“Noticing is progress.”
This week wasn’t about answers, it was about opening. Notice what surprised you, what scared you, what felt exciting or uncomfortable. That awareness matters.
Something shifted.
Not loud.
Not finished.
Just open.
Purposeful Journaling Practice:
Write three things you noticed about how you think when limits are removed.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we practice inner vision.
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.
The calm at the center is never the end, only the breath before the breaking.
The eye of the storm
is a dangerous kindness
a pause that lets you believe
the worst has passed.
But brisk breezes always comes,
and when it does,
you learn the shape of your own shelter,
the sound of your own voice
calling yourself home.
After it breaks,
you walk barefoot through the wreckage,
feeling for the edges of what’s still whole.
Not everything scattered
was worth keeping.
Not everything left standing
is meant to stay.
Sometimes survival
is not about rebuilding
it’s about learning
how to breathe
in the spaces
the wind has cleared.
~Kerri-Elizabeth-
The storms we survive are not just weather they are mirrors, showing us what cannot be moved, and what we can no longer carry. This series walks those paths, one day at a time, through the shifting light after the eye has passed. The next part waits just beyond the next gust.
Will you transform when the opportunity presents itself ready.
Transformation
A significant change
Within another significant change
Takes flight
To not get stuck in a rigid way or routine that stops a flow of growth
Reaching outside the norm
Taking flight
When all you want to do is hold tight
To not be afraid but be curious
It happens here with a brush and some paint
While tears collide with a fixed way
Assurance
It’s time
Even a brush and paint can grow wings
Transformation made its way in
~Kerri Elizabeth~
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It takes a surrendering within to see your truest version in depth.
Adventure the unveiling of vulnerable truth
Surrendering within a depth of trust
A depth that has a voice, a quiet whisper and often a jolting defense
Reflecting within a depth of truth requires a willingness to feel uncomfortable
A desire to create space where new insights reveal clarity
Depth is not given, it is earned
It is not learned it is experienced
The very essence of depth is only seen by few
It requires an ability to surrender within
Love it , or not
Shaking the inner walls and rattling the windows both consciously and unconsciously
Allowing the pressure to transform
YOU
Not hold you hostage
~Kerri-Elizabeth~
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