"At the End of the Day" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting long shadows across the woods, their silhouettes etched against a sky of fading gold and soft rose. Through the open window, the last light of day bathed my small reading table in a gentle glow. A lamp, warm and golden, poured its own light across the open pages of Vuong’s The Emperor of Gladness. My cat, curled contentedly beside me, purred in rhythm with the slow movement of a Saint-Saëns piano concerto playing softly in the background.
And in that moment, I realized something quietly profound: it was perfect.
Not perfect in the way of grand achievements or headline-worthy events. Rather, it was the kind of perfect that lives in the stillness of a single, sacred evening—the kind of perfect made up of small treasures: a good book, a loyal pet, beautiful music, and the unspoken companionship of nature slipping into night.
Dr. Wayne Dyer’s words echoed in my heart:
“Take a little more time to enjoy your life here on this planet: Be more contemplative by noticing the stars, the clouds, the rivers, the animals, the rainstorms and all of the natural world.”
And so I did. I let my eyes linger on the twilight sky and listened with fresh ears to the concerto, each note becoming a thread in the tapestry of evening peace. I watched the lamp’s light dance over the page, its golden hue blending with the colors of sunset, and I noticed how the simple act of noticing made the moment richer.
“Throughout my day, I look with new eyes and see the myriad expressions of life unfolding,” another voice inside me whispered. “I discover the Divine anew in the glories large and small of the wondrous world around me. The more I search, the more I discover so many delightful things that make my heart happy.”
And indeed, my heart was happy.
At the end of the day, when I closed my book and turned out the light, when I nestled under the covers and let the last strains of music dissolve into silence, I carried with me the deep knowledge that I was blessed. Gratitude rose from somewhere deep within and filled my soul like breath—warm, healing, and whole.
In a world that often moves too fast, this quiet moment was a gentle reminder: slow down, notice, listen. Life, in all its tender richness, is already offering itself to us.
All we have to do is say yes.
~Wylddane
And in that moment, I realized something quietly profound: it was perfect.
Not perfect in the way of grand achievements or headline-worthy events. Rather, it was the kind of perfect that lives in the stillness of a single, sacred evening—the kind of perfect made up of small treasures: a good book, a loyal pet, beautiful music, and the unspoken companionship of nature slipping into night.
Dr. Wayne Dyer’s words echoed in my heart:
“Take a little more time to enjoy your life here on this planet: Be more contemplative by noticing the stars, the clouds, the rivers, the animals, the rainstorms and all of the natural world.”
And so I did. I let my eyes linger on the twilight sky and listened with fresh ears to the concerto, each note becoming a thread in the tapestry of evening peace. I watched the lamp’s light dance over the page, its golden hue blending with the colors of sunset, and I noticed how the simple act of noticing made the moment richer.
“Throughout my day, I look with new eyes and see the myriad expressions of life unfolding,” another voice inside me whispered. “I discover the Divine anew in the glories large and small of the wondrous world around me. The more I search, the more I discover so many delightful things that make my heart happy.”
And indeed, my heart was happy.
At the end of the day, when I closed my book and turned out the light, when I nestled under the covers and let the last strains of music dissolve into silence, I carried with me the deep knowledge that I was blessed. Gratitude rose from somewhere deep within and filled my soul like breath—warm, healing, and whole.
In a world that often moves too fast, this quiet moment was a gentle reminder: slow down, notice, listen. Life, in all its tender richness, is already offering itself to us.
All we have to do is say yes.
~Wylddane
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