Reflections

October Cleansing

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“Cleansing is not letting go of love, it is making room for it to move more freely.”

This week was not loud, or easy. It was a week of walking gently through silence, noticing what lingers and what begins to stir. The reflected stillness, yet stillness itself was full of memory, of love, of truths preparing to step into the light.

October asks for cleansing. It asks for a slowing down, to feel what has been carried, to honor transitions, ours and others, without any added definition or judgements. It invites strength through softness, courage through listening, and healing through awareness.

Even in silence, there is motion. Even in waiting, there is growth, even in absence, love is the presence that carries it all.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Next week, October’s stillness will meet October’s unveiling, and the light will not be held back.

When Fog Lifts

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“The fog does not hide the truth, it prepares us to see it.”

This week lingered like a held breath. Fog rolled across the cove, concealing yet never erasing, pressing the truth into stillness until the time to reveal arrives. Shadows lengthened, the dock held its silence, and October demands reflection more than rest.

Movements stir, and the quiet was not empty, it was charged, filled with what works unseen. Like branches bending before the crack, or thunder rumbling before it’s heard, silence carries weight.

October always has. It asks not for celebration but for depth, for remembering, for listening, for preparing. The fog cannot hold forever. Sooner than expected, it will part. And when it does, everything waiting behind it will step into view.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Next week, the storm is getting closer to arrival and silence will no longer be enough.

The Weight of October

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“October does not whisper, it insists on being heard.”

October presses in heavy, as if the month itself carries a deeper silence and stillness than others. It was not the silence of rest, but of gathering, like a sky swelling with thunder too far to hear but close enough to sense.

Leaves spiraled down in surrender, yet the air felt charged. What was unseen carried more weight than what was in front of the eyes. It was the knowing that work was being done behind the veil, that pieces were moving, even when the surface remained calm.

The cove reflected it undeniably. Smooth, glass-like water with a current beneath, invisible yet undeniable. It was not the question of if the silence would break, but when. The stillness is never truly still and the silence is never truly silent, but instead an explanation with a heartbeat.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the weight of October will shift into sound , the waiting has shifted to movement and the silence has erupted with strength only October can serve in this way.

Category: suspense story
Tags: suspense, October, lake, fog, silence, reflections, transformation, mystery, solitude

The Figure in the Fog

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 “Truth hides in plain sight, waiting for the courage of someone willing to see.”

Fog draped itself over the cove as if the lake had pulled a veil across its face. The silence was steady, but within it was a stirring, as though something was speaking, but unseen, it was a feeling heard within every cell, not something passive, it was bold . The air carried a weight, not of a storm yet, but of a storm preparing to unravel what was.

Someone or something lingered at the far edge of the dock, still, blurred, neither coming forward nor retreating. It was not the figure itself that unsettled the morning, but the waiting, the sense that what was hidden in the fog was already shaping the next turn.

October carries a different weight each year. A month of more quiet that is never still, a month where memory presses close and reflection reaches deeper than other seasons can even dare. What stirred unseen was not gone, it never was. It was only waiting for the veil to lift.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the fog will shift, and with it, the shape of what has always been there will be seen.

When Silence Speaks

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“Fall teaches us that letting go is not the fall, but the space for something unseen to begin.”

This week unfolded like a painting of new tones, branches cracking, geese lifting into the fog, chickadees daring to trust the hand awaiting with wonder. Silence, though not empty, was alive, a shifting presence carrying both warning and wonder.

The cove reminded us that even in stillness, transformation is never far. Leaves fall, trees splinter, shadows stretch, but in the letting go, something is always preparing to begin again.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Next week, the fog will arrive, and with it, shapes that will not stay hidden. What will you see in the fog?

October’s Whisper

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“October speaks both in celebration and reflection.”

Candles burn where silence stays,
the cove folds into shorter days.
Wings cut air in sudden flight,
the lake reflects both morning and night.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Reflection expresses and silence presses. October’s voice will close this week, yet it will not end, only turn the page.

The Uneasy Path

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“Every step taken in uncertainty teaches the body how to listen.”

The path curled along the lake’s edge, shadowed by trees that leaned too close. Each breeze seemed to carry a question.

Which one will fall next?

Yet along that unease came another sound, soft, delicate, a flutter that carried no threat. Chickadees darted through the air, their tiny wings quick as whispers. One landed nearby, black cap gleaming, eyes alert yet curious. It had learned the rhythm of hands, the offering of nuts, the trust of presence.

The unease of walking beneath breaking branches met the wonder of a bird that dared to come close enough to touch. Nature carried both at once, fear and comfort, uncertainty and grace. And in that balance, the path continued.

There is no promise of what is next, only the awarness that what is next, is coming.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the path will blur, what waits at its end may not be seen until the fog reveals it.

The Sound of Splintering

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“One crack in the silence can change the rhythm of everything.”

The forest did not fall all at once. It whispered first, dry branches rattling like bones against each other, before a single splinter cut through the air. The pause between splinter and collapse was long enough to hold an entire world of wonder, what direction, what cost, what unknown was about to unfold.

When the fall came, it thundered against the earth, stirring the geese from the shoreline. Their wings beat heavy against the fog as if carrying a message, move, shift, find new ground before the next branch decides.

Even the lake absorbed the sound, sending rings of movement outward, carrying the echo into places unseen. It was not destruction. It was instruction. A reminder that endings are also beginnings, and that the weight of silence is never empty, it is waiting for its next note.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


Tomorrow, the echo will return in another form, one carried on wings.