"Early Morning" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
This morning—this very warm morning—I wandered through my garden, seeking its quiet company before the heat of the day settled in. The sun had only begun to rise, its rays just brushing the leaves and petals with a golden kiss, when I discovered that the clematis had begun to bloom.
There it was—vivid, vibrant, and alive with color. A single blossom, unfurling in rich purple glory, reached toward the light as if offering itself in benediction. I stopped. I stood. I absorbed. In that moment, the world narrowed and deepened. The birds chattered softly in the trees, and a squirrel darted by on some secret errand, yet everything felt hushed—like nature, too, had paused in reverence.
It was a sacred moment of calm.
As I stood there, I thought of Paramahansa Yogananda’s words: “Calmness is the living breath of God’s immortality in you.” And I felt it. Deep in my being. A breath of calmness that transcended the chaos of the world outside this garden sanctuary.
We are living through a time of deep unraveling—watching, almost helplessly, as a once-great nation seems to be torn apart by the twisted ambitions of a demented narcissistic madman and the cowardice of his enablers. Another war rages now, its flames stoked by pride, greed, cruelty and sheer stupidity...claiming lives while the world watches with weary eyes. It is easy to be overcome by rage or despair.
But here, in the garden, I found another way.
This small, delicate clematis flower, blooming despite the heat and the heaviness of the times, reminded me that beauty persists. Peace persists. Nature persists. And so must we.
In this fragile, fleeting moment, I wrapped my soul in calmness. I let it settle over me like the cool morning breeze, like the soft shade of a tree, like a prayer whispered not in words but in presence. I chose to begin this day with peace in my heart and faith in my soul. Not the blind faith that ignores the darkness—but the radiant kind that sees clearly and still chooses the light.
This, I believe, is our quiet rebellion. Our silent resistance. This calmness is not surrender—it is strength. It is divine. And it has the power to guide us through whatever storms may come.
Because in the end, no tyranny, no war, no madness has power over the sacred stillness within. This too shall pass. But the bloom of the clematis, and the calm breath of God’s immortality in each of us—that remains.
“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” ~Deepak Chopra
~Wylddane
There it was—vivid, vibrant, and alive with color. A single blossom, unfurling in rich purple glory, reached toward the light as if offering itself in benediction. I stopped. I stood. I absorbed. In that moment, the world narrowed and deepened. The birds chattered softly in the trees, and a squirrel darted by on some secret errand, yet everything felt hushed—like nature, too, had paused in reverence.
It was a sacred moment of calm.
As I stood there, I thought of Paramahansa Yogananda’s words: “Calmness is the living breath of God’s immortality in you.” And I felt it. Deep in my being. A breath of calmness that transcended the chaos of the world outside this garden sanctuary.
We are living through a time of deep unraveling—watching, almost helplessly, as a once-great nation seems to be torn apart by the twisted ambitions of a demented narcissistic madman and the cowardice of his enablers. Another war rages now, its flames stoked by pride, greed, cruelty and sheer stupidity...claiming lives while the world watches with weary eyes. It is easy to be overcome by rage or despair.
But here, in the garden, I found another way.
This small, delicate clematis flower, blooming despite the heat and the heaviness of the times, reminded me that beauty persists. Peace persists. Nature persists. And so must we.
In this fragile, fleeting moment, I wrapped my soul in calmness. I let it settle over me like the cool morning breeze, like the soft shade of a tree, like a prayer whispered not in words but in presence. I chose to begin this day with peace in my heart and faith in my soul. Not the blind faith that ignores the darkness—but the radiant kind that sees clearly and still chooses the light.
This, I believe, is our quiet rebellion. Our silent resistance. This calmness is not surrender—it is strength. It is divine. And it has the power to guide us through whatever storms may come.
Because in the end, no tyranny, no war, no madness has power over the sacred stillness within. This too shall pass. But the bloom of the clematis, and the calm breath of God’s immortality in each of us—that remains.
“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” ~Deepak Chopra
~Wylddane
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