presence

“Joy With No Performance”

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“Joy doesn’t need celebration ,it needs space.”

Some days, joy appears quietly.
It slips in through the crack of a window,
through a warm drink,
a soft blanket,
a smile exchanged with a stranger.

Joy doesn’t require you to be festive. It doesn’t require family gatherings or perfect moments. It only requires room, a small clearing in your inner landscape where it can land, even for a breath.

Let joy be simple today,
a warm cup,
a slow breath,
a single moment of ease.

Gentle practice:
Name one tiny joy you experienced today.
Write it down. Let it count.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we explore new traditions born from the unexpected.

“Alive in the Everyday”

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 “Art is not separate from living, it’s the way you live with awareness.”

Each act, pouring water, stepping outside, choosing rest, dancing or swaying to your favorite song, can be art when done awake. The more attention you give to the smallest tasks, the more beauty shows up to meet you. Renewal isn’t a program; it’s an attitude.

Today’s masterpiece is simple:
the breath you took on purpose,
the step you felt completely,
the light you chose to see.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

 Spend 30 minutes outdoors or in quiet creativity, draw, write, photograph, breathe. Let presence be the art.

Wrap Up

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“Every season of waiting is also a season of becoming.”


The week has carried us through circles of silence, through choices made in stillness, through the remembering that every step leaves its imprint. Each day layered upon the last like waves upon the shore, not erasing what came before, but reshaping it.

We’ve walked with echoes that refused to fade, with presences that reminded us we are never truly alone, and with the quiet knowing that even in rebuilding, the cracks we carry hold their own kind of light.

This is not an ending, but a gathering. A collection of moments that teach us to stand softer, to listen deeper, and to let our presence ripple outward with kindness, even when we don’t yet know how far it will reach.

And so, as the next week folds into stillness, one truth remains,
what we are waiting for is not separate from us.
It is shaping us even now.
It is asking us not to rush forward,
but to breathe into the pause,
and trust what the next step will reveal.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


Beyond the quiet, sometimes stillness, motion is always in sequence, something shifts, not loudly, but unmistakably. Tomorrow will ask us to step closer.

The Shadow Between Houses

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 “Distance is an illusion when silence carries across the same ground.”


Evening softened across the cove, folding light into shadow. From the living room window, I saw a figure move, not hurried, not hiding, but steady. A quiet presence crossing the space where one yard ends and another begins, a place where no one claims ownership, and yet everyone’s life touches.

The air seemed to hold them gently, carrying the sense that some movements are not meant to be announced but simply witnessed. No doors closed, no alarms stirred, only the silence of night receiving what passed through it.

I thought of how often our lives cross this way, not in grand gestures, but in quiet intersections, unnoticed until later, when we realize how deeply one path has brushed against our own.

It was not about fear, but about remembering, even in stillness, stories are walking beside us. Even in silence, lives overlap, and sometimes we don’t see the meaning until long after the steps have faded.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


And as morning dew traced the grass, faint steps remained, a gentle reminder that we are never alone in the crossing, even when the path feels solitary.

Circles of Impact

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“Every presence leaves a wake, choose how yours will move the water.”


The lake was still, yet even stillness remembers.
One small gesture, a pebble, a word, a glance,
and the surface shifts.
Circles form quietly,
but they travel farther than the eye can follow.

We forget how far our presence carries.
How even silence has weight.
How even waiting is an act of impact.
The ripples do not ask our permission,
they move outward,
touching natures gifts, brushing sand,
until they quietly settle away from
where they began.

This is the legacy of every moment,
to ripple into places unseen but never gone.
To leave behind a pattern that lingers
long after the stone leaves its impression.

So we are asked,
What do we place into the water?
Do we drop fear like a heavy stone,
or do we let kindness fall softly,
so the circles carry healing instead of harm?

To wait before speaking
is not weakness,
it is remembering that our words will travel,
that the echo will belong to more than us.
Every ripple teaches us,
we are always shaping something,
seen or unseen,
known or unknown.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


And as the last circle stretched toward the farthest shore, I felt the truth of it, the wait itself is part of the impact, and tomorrow will reveal how far it can reach.

The Guest of Stillness

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 “Every silence asks what you will do with it.”


The evening gathered gently, as if the air itself wanted to sit down beside me. There was no rush of voices, no urgency of sound, only a pause that stretched long enough for me to notice my own heartbeat.

Stillness often arrives uninvited, yet it is never without purpose. It presses on the corners we overlook, draws us toward what we would rather set aside. It doesn’t demand an answer, only presence. To stay with it long enough to learn what it is showing.

In that pause, I realized stillness is not empty. It carries questions:
What needs my attention?
What needs to be left in peace?
What requires change?
What asks me to wait?

And deeper still, it asks: When the time comes to speak, what will my presence leave behind?

Our impact is not only in words but in the silence that shapes them, in the choices that decide whether we react or respond. Stillness reminds us: we are responsible for the wake we create, even when we believe we are standing still.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


And in the quiet that followed, I felt it, the weight of choice. Tomorrow would not ask me to fill the silence, but to honor it, and to let my answer carry intentions.

The Empty Chair

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Emptiness carry’s its own weight, that slowly releases when noticed and nurtured with love.

There is a chair that waits,

its wooden frame holding

the shape of absence.

It remembers the weight

that once pressed into its seat,

the laughter that circled above it,

the warmth that is no longer there.

An empty chair is more than furniture.

It is a witness.

It holds silence the way a vessel

holds water,

quietly, steadily,

until the silence overflows.

You find yourself staring at it,

wondering if absence

can ever be filled

or if it must simply

be carried.

And still,

the chair remains,

a quiet sentinel

for what once was,

and what might one day return.

Tomorrow, the echo speaks…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The chair sits quietly, but it speaks of more than absence. Tomorrow, the echo will grow louder, carrying the sound of rejection through the walls.

Embracing Stillness: The Essence of Movement

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What you see is not all that is there, there is a delicate balance of stillness and movement within.

Hmm, in the Moment

How many breaths are exhaled between now and tomorrow

What will wait and what moves on

Where will the sun lean in

What will the moon speak

How many thoughts will cross the mind

What is the song playing this time

Wonder within never escapes

Whispers of grace take shape

The purest of motion is stillness

An acceptance all is in motion

Stillness, the purest form of movement

WITHIN

Where all movement begins

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

Here is some more inspiration:

The Pace Inside
Language in the Hills

Whole in a Shadow

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth
In the shadow she felt her presence and in the shadow she saw she was whole.
~Kerri Elizabeth~

Sometimes you feel a part of you is missing
Lost and forgotten
Could it be
In the shadow you can see
You’re whole
Brokenness felt in the physical presence
Came together in the shadow
Wholeness verified in the light
~SUNSHINE~


Sometimes we feel broken, shattered inside and out and experiences knock our spirits in a tumbling topsie turvy. Take time to be present, without anything else other than God and YOU, to allow the LIGHT of our creator to show you the answers. Gods word never returns void and his light never fails to speak truth.
Broken, lost, without, forgotten, isolated, these words are the PERFECT space to meet our Creator for a good counseling session, no-one else is
interrupting, the floor is yours and the only shadow left is your own, this is sometimes the ONLY place we can hear, its happening for you. You have been brought here not to carry these emotions but to know you are whole still in this space and even more so than any other time.
This is where you are the most vulnerable to holy space. Embrace gratitude for it, this is where we grow most.