April...
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 "Leona" (Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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Sunlight, Trees, and Shadows...
"Sunlight, Trees, and Shadows" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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Sunlight, Trees, and Shadows
As I cradle a warm mug of coffee in my hands and gaze out the window, morning unfolds in soft gold and hush. The sun filters through still-bare branches, casting long, intricate shadows that stretch like fingers across the dewy grass. It is the dawn of a new day. Not just any day—this is the dawn of a new spring day.
The trees stand like quiet sentinels, their leaves still curled tight in budding promise. The gardens, not yet in bloom, lie silent beneath their winter blankets. And yet—I can feel it. Life rustles under the fallen leaves. A whisper of green. The soft stirrings of a world waking up again.
There is so much beauty in this moment. So much promise. And yet, even as I bask in the gentleness of morning light, a question floats up from the deeper places of my heart: How do we hold on to this beauty when the world grows dark? When cruelty seems loud, and kindness a whisper?
The answer isn’t simple, but it begins with focus. What we focus on expands.
The world will always hold shadows—but it also holds light. And in the interplay between the two, meaning emerges. Shadows exist only because light is present. So let us choose to focus on the light. On the trees that root us. On the shadows that dance with morning’s golden beams.
Let us choose to believe that beauty matters. That goodness still blooms. That love, empathy, and awareness—what some call being woke—are not naïve, but necessary. These are the seeds of hope, and hope is not a fragile thing. It is resilient. It pushes up through cold soil. It waits patiently under snow. It dares to bloom again and again.
So when the world is heavy, when the headlines scream despair, we must return to what is true. We must hold on to sunlight, trees, and shadows. We must remember the quiet strength of spring, the soft courage of beginnings.
There is still so much good in this world. And the arc of love, of justice, of kindness and connection—it bends toward healing. It bends toward light.
So let us rise with it.
~Wylddane
As I cradle a warm mug of coffee in my hands and gaze out the window, morning unfolds in soft gold and hush. The sun filters through still-bare branches, casting long, intricate shadows that stretch like fingers across the dewy grass. It is the dawn of a new day. Not just any day—this is the dawn of a new spring day.
The trees stand like quiet sentinels, their leaves still curled tight in budding promise. The gardens, not yet in bloom, lie silent beneath their winter blankets. And yet—I can feel it. Life rustles under the fallen leaves. A whisper of green. The soft stirrings of a world waking up again.
There is so much beauty in this moment. So much promise. And yet, even as I bask in the gentleness of morning light, a question floats up from the deeper places of my heart: How do we hold on to this beauty when the world grows dark? When cruelty seems loud, and kindness a whisper?
The answer isn’t simple, but it begins with focus. What we focus on expands.
The world will always hold shadows—but it also holds light. And in the interplay between the two, meaning emerges. Shadows exist only because light is present. So let us choose to focus on the light. On the trees that root us. On the shadows that dance with morning’s golden beams.
Let us choose to believe that beauty matters. That goodness still blooms. That love, empathy, and awareness—what some call being woke—are not naïve, but necessary. These are the seeds of hope, and hope is not a fragile thing. It is resilient. It pushes up through cold soil. It waits patiently under snow. It dares to bloom again and again.
So when the world is heavy, when the headlines scream despair, we must return to what is true. We must hold on to sunlight, trees, and shadows. We must remember the quiet strength of spring, the soft courage of beginnings.
There is still so much good in this world. And the arc of love, of justice, of kindness and connection—it bends toward healing. It bends toward light.
So let us rise with it.
~Wylddane