self growth

“The Space Between”

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“

Sometimes love is the quiet allowing of someone else’s becoming.”

There is strength in giving space.
When we stop needing others to understand us right away, something softens, both in them and in us. The pause becomes sacred ground, a place where truth can breathe without being forced.

Small practice: Today, resist the urge to correct or explain. Listen instead. Notice how stillness opens room for peace to enter.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we’ll listen in a different way, to the body that speaks when the mind is quiet.

Beneath the Veil

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

You may never be seen in the way you want to be seen, but in that is reflective peace that requires a steady love within.

A letter to the invisible woman in all of us

There is a woman they don’t see

Not because she’s hiding

but because she’s been asked to wear so many names

that her own has grown quiet

She became Mother

And somewhere in the becoming

the rest of her waited

patient

aching

evolving

She held babies in one arm

while holding her breath with the other

She learned to smile while unraveling

She fed everyone first

then forgot she was hungry

No one asked if she was still dreaming

No one asked what she was giving up

to become so dependable

so strong

But she remembers

She remembers when she used to cry without hiding it

when her body was still her own

and her time belonged to something other than survival

She remembers the girl she used to be

wild with wonder

unsure and unapologetic

hopeful in ways she didn’t yet know would cost her

And yet

the woman she is now

has grown from those very roots

She is soft where she once braced herself

fierce in ways she never expected

She no longer begs to be understood

she simply becomes

And that

finally

is enough

She has learned that hardship is not an interruption

it’s a teacher

That pain doesn’t disqualify her

it deepens her

She dances now

not perfectly

but with grace that wasn’t born from ease

but from endurance

She knows the difference

between protecting and controlling

between letting go and giving up

She knows how to hold a boundary

with an open heart

She knows how to forgive

without losing herself again

She no longer tries to prove her worth

through what she gives away

She’s learning how to belong

to herself

This is the woman beneath the veil

not invisible

but infinite

And if you ask her now

she will tell you

There is joy here

There is peace

There is room to rise

Reflection:

A quiet reflection for you, if you’re still reading…

If this touched something in you, let it.

Let it remind you of the wholeness you still are beneath the roles.

Let it call forward the part of you that has waited quietly for someone to notice her.

Maybe today is the day you write her a letter.

Maybe today is the day you remember:

you are not invisible,you are becoming.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

Walking Through the Perception of Pain

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

BE AWARE OF HOW YOU SEE YOURSELF, THATS THE SAME VIEW YOU SEE THE WORLD THROUGH.

There comes a time when running no longer works—
when the ache doesn’t lessen with distance,
when the echo of pain waits for you at the next bend.
It is not weakness to pause.
It is strength to stay, to look directly into the eyes of discomfort
and ask it: What are you here to show me?

Walking through the pain is not about conquering it—
it’s about knowing it.
Seeing its colors, hearing its rhythm,
feeling the way it shifts your breath, your stance, your gaze.
Sometimes it’s a loud throb that demands your attention,
other times it’s a subtle whisper,
a pulse in the background of your choices.

Is it really pain—or is it the story you were told about pain?
Do you respond out of memory, out of programming,
or from presence, clarity, and truth?

Pain can be an ally in transformation
when we stop anticipating its arrival with fear
and start witnessing it as a bridge—
an invitation to expand.

Ask yourself:
– Why am I walking away?
– Am I avoiding hurt, or avoiding growth?
– Can I stay here, still and strong,
not to suffer but to see?

Life will test you.
That’s a promise.
But how you define those tests is up to you.
Are they punishments—or portals?

You can do hard things.
With grace.
With steady breath.
With the knowing that pain
is not your identity
but a teacher passing through.

When you choose to walk through it,
you walk into a new version of yourself.
One who didn’t skip the chapter,
but read it aloud
and found truth in its lines.

Let others react how they do—
some will shut down, some will turn away,
some will lash out.
That doesn’t define your path.
Let your response be rooted in wisdom,
not reflex.
Let your heart rate be a compass,
not a warning siren.
And let your stillness reveal
the power you’ve always had.

Poem: The Walk

I walked not because I had nowhere to go,
but because I had somewhere to arrive within.
The road cracked beneath my bare feet—
not to injure me,
but to open what I buried long ago.

Pain was not the enemy.
It was the door.
And I—
I became the key.

I stopped naming it sorrow
and started calling it strength.
I stopped listening to fear
and started listening to breath.

Every tremble became a prayer.
Every pause, a song of endurance.
I walked, not to escape,
but to enter.

Not to fight,
but to finally feel.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-