"St. Croix River - Spanglers Landing" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
“Rather than looking for miracles, shift to seeing everything as miraculous.” ~Wayne Dyer
This morning has dawned clear and cool. The heavy air of humidity, with its stifling dew points, has lifted for now, leaving behind a gentleness that feels like a gift. The air conditioner rests in silence, the windows and French door stand open, welcoming the fresh morning breeze as it wanders into the house.
Most mornings, when I can, I wander through my gardens with a coffee mug in hand, listening to the birds, touching the blooms, and letting the rhythm of the earth set the tone for the day. Yet not every day is like that. Some mornings I take a different walk—a walk down “Memory Lane.” It may not be a physical path, but it is just as real.
On those mornings, classical music hums softly in the background, or perhaps I read, or simply gaze out the window, seeing everything and nothing at the same time. My faithful mug of coffee sits close by, its fragrance mingling with the cool air, its warmth grounding me in the moment. Thoughts drift—moments of the past returning with vivid detail. I find myself once more on the banks of the St. Croix River at Spanglers Landing, the spring leaves bright with fresh green, the water reflecting the trees in shimmering patterns. The river is steady, timeless, and yet forever changing—just as memory is.
Then my mind shifts back to the day at hand. The beauty of its promise is as alive as the memory of the river. The miracle is not only in what was, but in what is right now—this moment, this breath, this sip of coffee, this breeze across my cheek.
Years ago, Dr. Wayne Dyer’s Your Erroneous Zones was placed in my hands, and it quietly transformed the way I thought about life. His words, still whispered across the years, remind me daily to shift my perception: “Change your view of the world...Change your view of the world to one of awe and bewilderment. Rather than looking for miracles, shift to seeing everything as miraculous.”
How wondrous to begin the day with this reminder—that life is not waiting to reveal miracles somewhere out there, but is itself the miracle. Each moment, each note of music, each memory and each hope, every clear morning and every storm, is woven into a tapestry of wonder.
And so, with coffee in hand and a heart awakened to the miraculous, I begin this new day.
~Wylddane
This morning has dawned clear and cool. The heavy air of humidity, with its stifling dew points, has lifted for now, leaving behind a gentleness that feels like a gift. The air conditioner rests in silence, the windows and French door stand open, welcoming the fresh morning breeze as it wanders into the house.
Most mornings, when I can, I wander through my gardens with a coffee mug in hand, listening to the birds, touching the blooms, and letting the rhythm of the earth set the tone for the day. Yet not every day is like that. Some mornings I take a different walk—a walk down “Memory Lane.” It may not be a physical path, but it is just as real.
On those mornings, classical music hums softly in the background, or perhaps I read, or simply gaze out the window, seeing everything and nothing at the same time. My faithful mug of coffee sits close by, its fragrance mingling with the cool air, its warmth grounding me in the moment. Thoughts drift—moments of the past returning with vivid detail. I find myself once more on the banks of the St. Croix River at Spanglers Landing, the spring leaves bright with fresh green, the water reflecting the trees in shimmering patterns. The river is steady, timeless, and yet forever changing—just as memory is.
Then my mind shifts back to the day at hand. The beauty of its promise is as alive as the memory of the river. The miracle is not only in what was, but in what is right now—this moment, this breath, this sip of coffee, this breeze across my cheek.
Years ago, Dr. Wayne Dyer’s Your Erroneous Zones was placed in my hands, and it quietly transformed the way I thought about life. His words, still whispered across the years, remind me daily to shift my perception: “Change your view of the world...Change your view of the world to one of awe and bewilderment. Rather than looking for miracles, shift to seeing everything as miraculous.”
How wondrous to begin the day with this reminder—that life is not waiting to reveal miracles somewhere out there, but is itself the miracle. Each moment, each note of music, each memory and each hope, every clear morning and every storm, is woven into a tapestry of wonder.
And so, with coffee in hand and a heart awakened to the miraculous, I begin this new day.
~Wylddane
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