"It's a New Day" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
This morning began with a heart heavy with worry. My early coffee garden walk, usually a time of ease and prayer, felt cluttered with anxious thoughts—what will today bring with the decline in Leona’s health? She has been my companion, my love, my joy for these last three years, and today I stand at the edge of one of life’s hardest decisions.
The air is cooler today, blessedly so. A fresh breeze has swept the weight of humidity away, and the extended forecast promises comfort for the next ten days. As the breeze stirs the branches, I hear the trill of a cardinal, his bright song announcing morning’s arrival. Overhead, a flock of geese flies by in their V-shaped formation, honking as though urging one another onward, each taking their turn at the front, each supporting the other. The garden is lush in this late August light. Blossoms hang heavy, colors deepened by the season’s maturity. These small moments—the cardinal, the geese, the flowers—are not so small at all. They are the fabric of life itself, reminding me that peace can be found even when the heart trembles.
Leona drank water this morning, and my spirit leapt with joy at the sight. Yet she still turns from food, and reality whispers gently but firmly: this cannot continue. I search for strength in the rustle of leaves, for wisdom in the voices of the birds, for courage in the light streaming across the garden.
“It is the most unselfish act in all of life to let one go that we have found beloved.” Those words echo within me. Having a cat blesses us with some of the happiest days of our lives—and inevitably, with one of the hardest. Today may be such a day.
As I walk among the blossoms, I remind myself that courage is not the absence of fear but the quiet strength to act with love even when every part of me wants to cling. The decision to let go is not one of abandonment, but of mercy. To hold on too long is to make her suffering about my need; to let go is to make it about her peace.
The garden steadies me. The flowers remind me of the cycles of life, how every bloom must fade to seed, and every seed carries forward the promise of beauty yet unseen. Helen Keller once said, “What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply becomes a part of us.” These words ring true in this morning light. Leona will always be with me, stitched into my heart, her love woven into my days.
Today is not easy. But in the stillness of this morning, in the whisper of the breeze, I find peace waiting quietly, ready to walk with me through the hours ahead.
~Wylddane
The air is cooler today, blessedly so. A fresh breeze has swept the weight of humidity away, and the extended forecast promises comfort for the next ten days. As the breeze stirs the branches, I hear the trill of a cardinal, his bright song announcing morning’s arrival. Overhead, a flock of geese flies by in their V-shaped formation, honking as though urging one another onward, each taking their turn at the front, each supporting the other. The garden is lush in this late August light. Blossoms hang heavy, colors deepened by the season’s maturity. These small moments—the cardinal, the geese, the flowers—are not so small at all. They are the fabric of life itself, reminding me that peace can be found even when the heart trembles.
Leona drank water this morning, and my spirit leapt with joy at the sight. Yet she still turns from food, and reality whispers gently but firmly: this cannot continue. I search for strength in the rustle of leaves, for wisdom in the voices of the birds, for courage in the light streaming across the garden.
“It is the most unselfish act in all of life to let one go that we have found beloved.” Those words echo within me. Having a cat blesses us with some of the happiest days of our lives—and inevitably, with one of the hardest. Today may be such a day.
As I walk among the blossoms, I remind myself that courage is not the absence of fear but the quiet strength to act with love even when every part of me wants to cling. The decision to let go is not one of abandonment, but of mercy. To hold on too long is to make her suffering about my need; to let go is to make it about her peace.
The garden steadies me. The flowers remind me of the cycles of life, how every bloom must fade to seed, and every seed carries forward the promise of beauty yet unseen. Helen Keller once said, “What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply becomes a part of us.” These words ring true in this morning light. Leona will always be with me, stitched into my heart, her love woven into my days.
Today is not easy. But in the stillness of this morning, in the whisper of the breeze, I find peace waiting quietly, ready to walk with me through the hours ahead.
~Wylddane
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