"Coneflowers Dancing in the Sunlight" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
This morning in the northwoods arrived cloaked in gray—a blanket of humid stillness pressed gently against the windows, whispering of rain that may or may not come. My usual ritual of stepping barefoot into the garden with a steaming mug of coffee was replaced by the quiet comfort of my dining table. Classical music drifted softly through the room, weaving itself around me like a familiar shawl. And in front of me sat one of my favorite pictures—a portrait of coneflowers dancing in the sunlight.
Each time I gaze upon that image, I feel something stir deep within me. A sense of happiness unfurls—unbidden but welcome. The petals, radiant in their sun-drenched magentas and pinks, reach and bend as though swaying to an unheard melody. They are alive with joy, and in witnessing them, my own spirit begins to sway. A smile rises, soft and certain. The soul remembers.
This is awareness—not a grand epiphany, not a lightning bolt of revelation, but the quiet unfolding of presence. Awareness, in its truest form, does not demand that the sun be shining or that the world align itself to our preferences. It exists even on the gloomiest of days, like today. And in that stillness, when I let go of the wanting and simply am, I see: the beauty is already here.
So often we are swept along by events, by worry, by distraction. The news cycle shouts. The world pulls at us with its never-ending list of urgencies. And yet, in moments like this—in soft gray light, accompanied by a gentle sonata and the rich aroma of coffee—we are invited to pause. To return. To witness.
Dr. Wayne Dyer once wrote, “When you let the Divine grow within you, awareness will be what you bring to all aspects of your life.” I hold that close today. Awareness is not an end goal; it is the path itself. It is the choosing to see the sacred in the mundane, the miracle in the ordinary, the dance in the stillness.
Even now, in the hush of a potential storm, the coneflowers in my photo are still dancing. And so is my heart.
Because, although it doesn’t always seem that way, each moment is precious.
And when we remember that—when we remember to remember—we step into the divine rhythm of life.
So on this soft, gray morning…peaceful awareness is mine. And I am grateful.
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"Awareness is the greatest agent for change." ~ Eckhart Tolle
~Wylddane
Each time I gaze upon that image, I feel something stir deep within me. A sense of happiness unfurls—unbidden but welcome. The petals, radiant in their sun-drenched magentas and pinks, reach and bend as though swaying to an unheard melody. They are alive with joy, and in witnessing them, my own spirit begins to sway. A smile rises, soft and certain. The soul remembers.
This is awareness—not a grand epiphany, not a lightning bolt of revelation, but the quiet unfolding of presence. Awareness, in its truest form, does not demand that the sun be shining or that the world align itself to our preferences. It exists even on the gloomiest of days, like today. And in that stillness, when I let go of the wanting and simply am, I see: the beauty is already here.
So often we are swept along by events, by worry, by distraction. The news cycle shouts. The world pulls at us with its never-ending list of urgencies. And yet, in moments like this—in soft gray light, accompanied by a gentle sonata and the rich aroma of coffee—we are invited to pause. To return. To witness.
Dr. Wayne Dyer once wrote, “When you let the Divine grow within you, awareness will be what you bring to all aspects of your life.” I hold that close today. Awareness is not an end goal; it is the path itself. It is the choosing to see the sacred in the mundane, the miracle in the ordinary, the dance in the stillness.
Even now, in the hush of a potential storm, the coneflowers in my photo are still dancing. And so is my heart.
Because, although it doesn’t always seem that way, each moment is precious.
And when we remember that—when we remember to remember—we step into the divine rhythm of life.
So on this soft, gray morning…peaceful awareness is mine. And I am grateful.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Awareness is the greatest agent for change." ~ Eckhart Tolle
~Wylddane
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