Surrender Begins Within


“Surrender is not a fall, it is a return to where you already are.”

Surrender is not silence, nor is it defeat.
It is a quiet remembering that everything sacred begins inside.
When the mind loosens its grip, the body speaks with a pulse, a breath, a whisper that says, you can trust me.

Begin simply.
Drink a glass of water before the day demands anything of you.
Add a pinch of sea salt for the minerals your tears are made of.
Let each swallow be gratitude for the life that moves through you without command.

Surrender is an inward bow, not to something outside of you, but to the divine pulse within.
It asks for respect, not resistance.
It teaches that every act of care is an act of prayer.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the river will begin to move and you’ll feel what surrender sets free.

How do you perceive Surrender? I have been spending some personal time on this lately and I have some new perceptions and insights that have so divinely been dropped within, I would love to hear your thoughts on this subject as well.

Rebuilding Quietly

Not all rebuilding begins with hammers ,some begins with the choice to stand still and listen.

There is a silence that settles after the last echoes fade, not the hush of peace, but the stillness of a place deciding what it will become.

The rebuilding does not announce itself.

It starts in small, almost invisible ways: a stone set back in place without thinking, a path cleared because your feet naturally follow it, a breath drawn without the weight you’ve been carrying for months.

No one stands in a circle to mark the moment. There are no blueprints, no fanfare, no clear signal that now is the time to begin again. The work starts inside , in the soft decision to believe in the ground beneath you, even if it’s still damp from the storm.

And perhaps the most surprising thing is this: sometimes the first piece you set in place is not for shelter at all. It’s for beauty, a reminder that what is worth living for has survived, even here, even now.

Rebuilding is not about erasing what happened. The lines are still there, the cracks still visible, the ground still bearing the shape of loss. But within those shapes, there is space for new roots to find their way down.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

This series moves through the storm’s rise, its breaking, and the quiet work that follows. What comes next will not be the same as what was lost but it may hold a strength that only comes from having been rebuilt.