"Apple River Afternoons" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
This September morning dawned with cool air pressing gently against the windows, fog brushing the glass like a soft hand. Inside the wee cottage, warmth wraps around me like a familiar quilt. Classical music flows in the background—today, a theme on Paganini, one of my favorites—its notes bright and fluid, almost like the river itself.
On my desk rests the picture I took of the Apple River, painted in sun and shadow. I linger on the memory of that afternoon: golden light filtering through branches, the water a shifting canvas of blue and green, the quiet peace of being present. It is already a great way to begin the day, eh?
Steam curls upward from my coffee mug, carrying its rich, earthy fragrance. I pause, sip, and let myself simply be here. This small ritual becomes a doorway into gratitude. As Abraham Joshua Heschel once reminded us, “Get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted.”
Every morning is a chance to begin again. Each breath, each note of music, each glimpse of light through fog is part of creation’s endless unfolding. Ernest Holmes wrote: “Everything is continuously being re-created, and it literally is true that the creative Spirit is forever making a new heaven and a new Earth.” How reassuring it is to know that life is never finished—it is always in the act of becoming.
So here I sit, coffee warming my hands, Paganini dancing in the air, memory and presence intertwining like sunlight on the river. And I smile at the mystery of it all. To be alive in this moment, to be part of this wonderful, magical universe—that is gift enough to carry me into the day.
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” ~Thornton Wilder
~Wylddane
On my desk rests the picture I took of the Apple River, painted in sun and shadow. I linger on the memory of that afternoon: golden light filtering through branches, the water a shifting canvas of blue and green, the quiet peace of being present. It is already a great way to begin the day, eh?
Steam curls upward from my coffee mug, carrying its rich, earthy fragrance. I pause, sip, and let myself simply be here. This small ritual becomes a doorway into gratitude. As Abraham Joshua Heschel once reminded us, “Get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted.”
Every morning is a chance to begin again. Each breath, each note of music, each glimpse of light through fog is part of creation’s endless unfolding. Ernest Holmes wrote: “Everything is continuously being re-created, and it literally is true that the creative Spirit is forever making a new heaven and a new Earth.” How reassuring it is to know that life is never finished—it is always in the act of becoming.
So here I sit, coffee warming my hands, Paganini dancing in the air, memory and presence intertwining like sunlight on the river. And I smile at the mystery of it all. To be alive in this moment, to be part of this wonderful, magical universe—that is gift enough to carry me into the day.
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” ~Thornton Wilder
~Wylddane
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