self awareness

“Movement as Expression”

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

 “The body paints its own poetry when it moves without demand.”

Dance, walk, stretch, sway, move the way wind moves through trees. No counts, no goals, no punishment. Just motion that lets the mind exhale. In those minutes, art happens, rhythm without reason, grace without judgment.

Let your heartbeat set the tempo,
your breath the brushstroke,
motion becomes devotion
when a surrender is your guide.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

 Choose one song and move to it, for at least ten minutes. Feel where tension hides and let rhythm loosen it.

Trusting What We Can’t Yet See

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.

Not people. Not moments. Not choices.

Not even the silence that fills the space between them.

We live in a world where snap judgments happen faster than truth can unfold.

Where words once spoken by others can stain the image of someone they never truly knew.

Where assumptions dress themselves in certainty and walk confidently into misunderstandings.

But sometimes—

we’re asked to stand still,

to let the story reveal itself in its own timing,

to trust the unfolding even when our hearts ache for clarity.

There are moments when we want to speak, to correct the narrative,

but growth often asks us to stay quiet,

to let time become the translator between perception and truth.

We may be seen wrongly.

Misunderstood by those who weren’t present for the full picture.

Held accountable for choices not ours.

But even in the shadows of misjudgment,

our light still holds.

Our integrity doesn’t dim just because someone else refuses to see it.

Sometimes, we must live as witnesses

to our own resilience—

doing our work,

living our lives,

trusting that what’s real doesn’t need convincing.

Because truth lives longer than rumor.

It breathes in the quiet,

and it rises, eventually, like the sun through fog.

Let people think what they will.

Let the unfolding take its time.

You are not here to rush understanding.

You are here to keep becoming.

The Shadow of Truth

The truth doesn’t vanish—

it lingers like a shadow

that never forgets the shape of what cast it.

You can walk away,

deny its presence,

cover it with softer stories

or silence it with smiles—

but it follows.

It remembers.

Some leave instead of leaning in.

They choose the comfort of blame

over the discomfort of becoming.

They tell themselves stories

where they’re the hero,

not realizing the real hero

is the one who dared to stay,

to speak,

to lose,

to feel.

Growth rarely glows in the moment.

It grits its teeth in the dark,

calls you forward with no map,

asks you to risk everything

for the pulse of something real.

The hardest parts of the worst things

demand the strongest kind of strength—

the kind that risks being left behind,

the kind that tells the truth

even if it means

standing alone

while others cling

to the lie that loves them better.

But still—

you rise.

You don’t just live through it—

you become through it.

And in that becoming,

you are free.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

What If It Wasn’t Bad? Rethinking Pain as a Pathway to Presence

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

We’ve been taught to run.

Taught that pain is something to fix.

That discomfort means something’s gone wrong.

That a heavy feeling in the chest or a longing in the heart must be pushed away, stuffed down, or labeled as “bad.”

But what if that’s never what it was?

What if that ache is awareness?

A sacred nudge toward what wants to grow?

What if the longing is not lack, but a compass pointing toward change?

What if pain isn’t a punishment, but a messenger—

not to escape, but to engage?

We often assume pain is the opposite of progress.

But the truth?

The most profound art,

the most enduring love,

the richest wisdom,

and the most awe-inspiring growth

has always begun in the soil of the not-so-glorious.

It is not from our perfectly curated moments that truth emerges.

It is from the cracks, the tremors, the missteps, and the quiet spaces where the world doesn’t quite make sense.

That’s where clarity lives.

That’s where strength is forged.

Not in the absence of hurt,

but in walking through it with a willingness to see what it’s really offering.

Pain and growth are dance partners.

They collide regularly—and on purpose.

We waste so much energy trying to disappear the discomfort,

instead of listening to it.

Instead of witnessing its tears.

Instead of offering it presence.

We try to escape it.

Numb it.

Shame it away.

But what if you can’t escape because you’re not supposed to?

What if it’s not a mountain, just a hill—and turning back now means you’ll never know what the view looks like from the other side?

When we panic, when we waiver, when we doubt our capacity to feel,

we shrink back into survival.

Into the belief that we won’t make it if we truly let ourselves feel what’s here.

But observe.

Just observe.

That’s where transformation begins.

That’s where the words are born,

the lessons etched into time,

the wisdom passed through generations.

Let’s not be so quick to fix what hurts.

Let’s not retreat so quickly that we miss the beauty within the breaking.

Because in skipping over our destination points—just because we were told they were wrong—we miss the waypoints of our becoming.

~Kerri Elizabeth~

Instead, ask:

Does this pain grow me or hold me in place?

Is this discomfort guiding me closer to myself or pulling me away from what’s true?

When you stop escaping and start observing,

you may find that what you feared was destroying you

is actually delivering you

into more of who you are.

The Antidote Is Within

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

There’s a kind of expansion that doesn’t look like more doing, more chasing, or more becoming.

It looks like shedding.

Softening.

Listening to what’s already been whispering inside for years.

People ask all the time—

What do you take?

What do you eat?

What do you think about this herb or that cleanse?

But the deeper truth is this:

The best health advice I can ever offer

Is to turn down the noise

And ask yourself…

How do you feel?

Are you rested or are you rushing on borrowed energy?

Do you move your body because it brings you life,

Or because you’re trying to fix what was never broken?

Do you fall into sleep like a prayer

or collapse into it like a last resort?

How much of your day is spent

in silence,

in breath,

in the untangling of thought from truth?

Do you scrub your skin like punishment

or like ceremony—

exfoliating the layers not just of yesterday’s dust,

but of the weight you’ve carried too long?

We hold the antidote inside.

Not in a bottle,

Not in someone else’s method or miracle,

But in our ability to return

to presence,

to rhythm,

to the quiet knowing we’ve always had.

There’s a lot out there telling us how to feel better,

how to do more,

how to chase a version of beauty that was never our own.

But what if we’re not meant to do more?

What if we’re meant to realign where we give our effort—

To stop over-performing in some areas

and under-nourishing others?

What if your wholeness doesn’t need to be earned,

only remembered?

We are not trends.

We are not opinions.

We are not before-and-after stories.

We are stories still being told,

and no one else gets to hold the pen.

Expansion is personal.

It begins with small choices that honor what’s real:

a breath,

a stretch,

a kind word to the mirror,

a walk without your phone,

a plate of vibrant food grown in soil, not manufactured in labs.

Play your instrument.

Take the trip.

Paint what you see in your dreams.

But do it because something inside you calls you forward—

not because an algorithm says you should.

You don’t need to change who you are.

You just need to come back to yourself.

And from there,

everything expands.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-