waiting

The Weight of Waiting

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“Silence does not mean nothing is happening, quite the opposite.”

October opened with a heaviness, not loud, not rushed, but dense as fog pressed against the cove. The silence was misleading. It seemed still, but beneath it, movement gathered, papers shuffled behind closed doors, decisions were being made in rooms unseen.

Life on the surface looked the same, driveways quiet, doors closed, familiar cars passing by with eyes fixed forward. Not confrontation, not kindness, just avoidance. In some ways, it was easier that way, silence was less piercing. But silence has its own edge, and it reminds you to listen deeper.

Waiting can feel endless. But October has its way of reminding all senses, nothing is truly still. Branches bend, shadows lengthen, and tides always shift. The question is not if movement comes, movement is part of stillness, it is in the beat of every heart while stillness is working. It is the pulse of life all around while stillness is practiced, stillness does not work alone, it works with the gratitude that both can be felt at the same time.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the silence will feel different, the air is changing and the stillness is surrounded by movement. Do you notice the movement around you when you are still or in stillness do you tune out movement around you?

Wrap Up

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Every season of waiting is also a season of becoming.”


The week has carried us through circles of silence, through choices made in stillness, through the remembering that every step leaves its imprint. Each day layered upon the last like waves upon the shore, not erasing what came before, but reshaping it.

We’ve walked with echoes that refused to fade, with presences that reminded us we are never truly alone, and with the quiet knowing that even in rebuilding, the cracks we carry hold their own kind of light.

This is not an ending, but a gathering. A collection of moments that teach us to stand softer, to listen deeper, and to let our presence ripple outward with kindness, even when we don’t yet know how far it will reach.

And so, as the next week folds into stillness, one truth remains,
what we are waiting for is not separate from us.
It is shaping us even now.
It is asking us not to rush forward,
but to breathe into the pause,
and trust what the next step will reveal.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


Beyond the quiet, sometimes stillness, motion is always in sequence, something shifts, not loudly, but unmistakably. Tomorrow will ask us to step closer.

Circles of Impact

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“Every presence leaves a wake, choose how yours will move the water.”


The lake was still, yet even stillness remembers.
One small gesture, a pebble, a word, a glance,
and the surface shifts.
Circles form quietly,
but they travel farther than the eye can follow.

We forget how far our presence carries.
How even silence has weight.
How even waiting is an act of impact.
The ripples do not ask our permission,
they move outward,
touching natures gifts, brushing sand,
until they quietly settle away from
where they began.

This is the legacy of every moment,
to ripple into places unseen but never gone.
To leave behind a pattern that lingers
long after the stone leaves its impression.

So we are asked,
What do we place into the water?
Do we drop fear like a heavy stone,
or do we let kindness fall softly,
so the circles carry healing instead of harm?

To wait before speaking
is not weakness,
it is remembering that our words will travel,
that the echo will belong to more than us.
Every ripple teaches us,
we are always shaping something,
seen or unseen,
known or unknown.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


And as the last circle stretched toward the farthest shore, I felt the truth of it, the wait itself is part of the impact, and tomorrow will reveal how far it can reach.

Waiting

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Stillness is never empty, it is a pause before the next unveiling.”

The cove was hushed now. No boats cut across the water, no voices carried into the night. Only the hum of insects and the faint shift of branches filled the air. Waiting had its own weight, heavier than noise, heavier than storms. It pressed against the chest like a truth not yet spoken.

Every step across the lawn, every glance toward the shore felt watched, though no one was there. In waiting, even the air feels alive with questions. It isn’t silence that unsettles, it’s the sense that something is gathering just beyond it.

In waiting, silence leans to hear,

the trace of whispers drawing near.

The air is thick, the night is long,

the heart repeats a muted song.

What’s held at bay will one day break,

and shift the stillness in its wake.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And when the waiting finally ends, will it arrive softly, or split the silence wide open?

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.