“Resilience doesn’t erase the cracks, it teaches, where to shine light.”
The house stands again,
its walls straight, its seams sealed.
From the outside,
all appears whole.
But wholeness is not the absence of breaks.
It is the memory of them,
the quiet strength they leave behind.
The wood remembers the fracture.
The stone remembers the weight.
And in remembering, they endure differently,
not in innocence, but in wisdom.
Rebuilding is not pretending nothing happened.
It is honoring the cracks,
welcoming the light that seeps through them,
choosing to rise again,
knowing that what was once broken
can still hold,
can still stand,
can still carry.
Stillness settles differently after the storm.
It carries the hum of survival,
the rhythm of resilience,
the quiet promise that nothing ends here,
it only changes shape.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
And just as the night leaned into rest, I felt it, a subtle shift, not to disturb the peace, but to remind me that even in rebuilding, life keeps moving, and tomorrow always asks us to meet it again.

