"St. Croix River Musings" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
“The words I Am are the key to your divinity. What you claim, you become.” ~Reverend Maureene Bass (paraphrased)
This morning began not with birdsong or serenity, but with a flood of uninvited thoughts. The kind of thoughts that sneak in before the sun has even stretched its light across the horizon—doubts, worries, the gnawing static of the world. I lay there for a while, caught in that gray haze between sleep and wakefulness, adrift in negativity.
But then, somewhere from within the deeper stillness of my soul, a whisper rose—not a memory, but a reminder. Rev. Maureene Bass’s talks about the sacred power of “I Am.” And also, Dr. Wayne Dyer’s voice came echoing through the folds of time, affirming how the words we speak after “I Am” shape not just our day, but our very being.
Still foggy-headed, I shuffled to the mirror and looked myself in the eye. No, I didn’t scream—though the sight was certainly still half asleep. But I stood there, quietly, and said: “I Am.”
Just that.
Not “I am tired.”
Not “I am worried.”
Not “I am behind.”
Just I Am.
And something shifted. Not outside, not in the headlines or the inbox or the news ticker. But inside. In that moment, the chatter of the early morning mind softened, and I felt a return to self—a realignment with what is eternal and unshakable within.
Later, I found myself here, by the St. Croix River. Upriver. A perfect metaphor for the journey of a new day. The current of this ancient waterway flows steadily behind me, but my gaze moves forward. Into possibility. Into potential. Into peace.
And this quote found its way to me, as if the river itself delivered it on the wind:
“Grow in the light of your true self.
Release the need to be perfect.
Accept each moment as a gift.
Choose compassion over judgment.
Embrace the beauty of your soul.”
— Etheric Echoes
Grace.
Not a thunderclap. Not an epiphany with fireworks. Just grace—quiet, real, and gently unfolding like the breeze that moves across the riverbank.
It’s not perfection I’m seeking. It’s presence. And this day—this very morning—reminds me that even when negativity greets me at the threshold of dawn, I hold the key to step through a different door.
I Am.
And that is enough.
~Wylddane
This morning began not with birdsong or serenity, but with a flood of uninvited thoughts. The kind of thoughts that sneak in before the sun has even stretched its light across the horizon—doubts, worries, the gnawing static of the world. I lay there for a while, caught in that gray haze between sleep and wakefulness, adrift in negativity.
But then, somewhere from within the deeper stillness of my soul, a whisper rose—not a memory, but a reminder. Rev. Maureene Bass’s talks about the sacred power of “I Am.” And also, Dr. Wayne Dyer’s voice came echoing through the folds of time, affirming how the words we speak after “I Am” shape not just our day, but our very being.
Still foggy-headed, I shuffled to the mirror and looked myself in the eye. No, I didn’t scream—though the sight was certainly still half asleep. But I stood there, quietly, and said: “I Am.”
Just that.
Not “I am tired.”
Not “I am worried.”
Not “I am behind.”
Just I Am.
And something shifted. Not outside, not in the headlines or the inbox or the news ticker. But inside. In that moment, the chatter of the early morning mind softened, and I felt a return to self—a realignment with what is eternal and unshakable within.
Later, I found myself here, by the St. Croix River. Upriver. A perfect metaphor for the journey of a new day. The current of this ancient waterway flows steadily behind me, but my gaze moves forward. Into possibility. Into potential. Into peace.
And this quote found its way to me, as if the river itself delivered it on the wind:
“Grow in the light of your true self.
Release the need to be perfect.
Accept each moment as a gift.
Choose compassion over judgment.
Embrace the beauty of your soul.”
— Etheric Echoes
Grace.
Not a thunderclap. Not an epiphany with fireworks. Just grace—quiet, real, and gently unfolding like the breeze that moves across the riverbank.
It’s not perfection I’m seeking. It’s presence. And this day—this very morning—reminds me that even when negativity greets me at the threshold of dawn, I hold the key to step through a different door.
I Am.
And that is enough.
~Wylddane
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