"Morning Greetings" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
“The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.” ~Native American Proverb
The wee cottage in the woods continues to feel quiet and unfamiliar. Each day, I inch along the path of getting used to it, though it still feels like a stranger’s home without Leona. She was a small cat, yet she carried a presence so large—full of energy, endlessly talkative, and deeply loving. I grieve her absence. I miss her voice, her companionship, her curious eyes. And yet, I know in my heart it was the right time for her to cross the Rainbow Bridge. Still, I wonder—why does it hurt so much even when we do the right thing?
This morning, I choose to honor her memory. I carry with me a thankful heart for the years we were family, for the joy and life she brought to these rooms. The ache remains, but so does the love.
The air is heavy with summer’s breath, a low fog resting across the ground before whispering itself away. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the haze, spotlighting a black-eyed Susan hiding in the shade. Its golden petals reach outward, as if stretching toward joy itself. I smile at the sight.
I continue along the garden path. My cottontail friend is there, nibbling happily at what must be the finest of grasses. On the porch, the neighbor’s tuxedo cat sits as if he owns the place, surveying the world with an air of calm superiority. That little dickens! A neighbor strolls past with his retriever, and we exchange greetings.
So, this new day begins—not in grand gestures, but in small blessings: the warmth of sunlight on a flower, the playful defiance of a neighbor’s cat, the quiet company of creatures who share this place with me.
Last night, before drifting off to sleep, I read the words of Rev. Kurt Condra:
“The brilliance of divine light now illuminates any dark or brooding thoughts. I am free of burdensome or anxious feelings, free of thoughts that blind. Free in spirit.”
This morning, I feel those words settling in me. I embrace this day. I embrace this life. I embrace this garden, this sunlight, this fog. I embrace even the ache of loss, for it reminds me of love.
And I am.
~Wylddane
The wee cottage in the woods continues to feel quiet and unfamiliar. Each day, I inch along the path of getting used to it, though it still feels like a stranger’s home without Leona. She was a small cat, yet she carried a presence so large—full of energy, endlessly talkative, and deeply loving. I grieve her absence. I miss her voice, her companionship, her curious eyes. And yet, I know in my heart it was the right time for her to cross the Rainbow Bridge. Still, I wonder—why does it hurt so much even when we do the right thing?
This morning, I choose to honor her memory. I carry with me a thankful heart for the years we were family, for the joy and life she brought to these rooms. The ache remains, but so does the love.
The air is heavy with summer’s breath, a low fog resting across the ground before whispering itself away. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the haze, spotlighting a black-eyed Susan hiding in the shade. Its golden petals reach outward, as if stretching toward joy itself. I smile at the sight.
I continue along the garden path. My cottontail friend is there, nibbling happily at what must be the finest of grasses. On the porch, the neighbor’s tuxedo cat sits as if he owns the place, surveying the world with an air of calm superiority. That little dickens! A neighbor strolls past with his retriever, and we exchange greetings.
So, this new day begins—not in grand gestures, but in small blessings: the warmth of sunlight on a flower, the playful defiance of a neighbor’s cat, the quiet company of creatures who share this place with me.
Last night, before drifting off to sleep, I read the words of Rev. Kurt Condra:
“The brilliance of divine light now illuminates any dark or brooding thoughts. I am free of burdensome or anxious feelings, free of thoughts that blind. Free in spirit.”
This morning, I feel those words settling in me. I embrace this day. I embrace this life. I embrace this garden, this sunlight, this fog. I embrace even the ache of loss, for it reminds me of love.
And I am.
~Wylddane
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