surrender

“The Space Between”

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

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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.

The Inner River

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

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“You are not separate from the flow, you are the flow.”

Inside the quiet current,
the body keeps its rythym
each cell a tiny chapel,
each heartbeat a bead.

Drink from what sustains you,
honor what you keep,
for rivers never question
the mountain where they sleep.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the water will reflect what has been waiting to be seen.

Have you ever just laid within a river, (a calm one of course) and just floated, felt the cold, allowed it to rejuvinate you while you surrender to it, its one of the my favorite things to do and EVERYTIME it revives me and shows me more about surrender and where that comes from. Your thoughts?

Surrender Begins Within

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“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.

The House on the Cliff

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Even here where the earth gives way, the heart learns to root deeper.”

It was built on what looked like stone.

Strong, unmoving, safe.

But stone can be deceiving.

Over time, it begins to whisper back to the sea,

grain by grain,

returning to what it came from.

From a distance, the house still shines.

The windows reflect the light,

the roof holds steady against the rain.

echoes of laughter,

But if you dare stand close,

you feel the tremor beneath your feet.

The earth is shifting,

the cliff surrendering its shape.

Inside those walls are memories,

arguments sharp as broken glass,

footsteps that once pressed into the floorboards

and then walked away.

The house holds them still,

but the ground does not promise to.

And yet,

love remains.

Not the kind that anchors the walls in place,

but the kind that drifts like mist,

carried by wind and tide.

Love that no longer clings to presence,

but transforms into distance,

into respect,

into silence that is still holy.

The house leans closer each day,

its weight too much for the cliff to hold.

And in the waiting,

You do not know the hour of its fall,

only that it is coming.

you learn to stand in stillness,

to send love out like a breath into the ethers,

trusting it will reach

even those who no longer sit beside you.

Because sometimes love is not received,

not returned,

not even recognized.

Sometimes love is simply released,

unbound by time,

unshaken by space,

a light traveling where it is most needed.

And so you stand,

watching the cliff crumble,

hearing the hush before the collapse.

Not afraid.

Not clinging.

Only witnessing.

Only loving.

Next week, the storm gathers again…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The fall has not yet come, but the silence before it is deafening. Next week, the storm gathers again…

The Waiting Amplifies

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

Waiting is where stillness builds strength, meditation becomes a pillar and breathing is noticed and not taken for granted.

The waiting room is not a place,

it is a season.

A space where clocks seem broken,

where time moves at an almost still water pace

present, yet unmoving.

You sit. You breathe.

You listen to the hum of unseen decisions

being shuffled behind invisible doors.

Every paper shuffled feels like a wind in the trees,

rustling with answers

you are not yet meant to hear.

Waiting stretches you.

It teaches that surrender is not defeat,

but a kind of quiet strength.

A knowing that love can hold you steady

even when the outcome trembles.

Through the window,

you see clouds piling in the distance.

They are , layered,

behind them the sun keeps burning,

unmoved by delay.

And in the silence,

you remember:

the sun does not rush,

and yet it always arrives.

You whisper love into the air,

not asking it to return,

only asking it to travel,

to find who it needs to reach.

The waiting is heavy,

but the love is light enough to carry.

And not all doors open into light…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The silence is thick, the outcome unseen. Somewhere beyond the door, decisions stir. Tomorrow, absence itself will take its place at the table.