"Backyard Dreaming" (Text & Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
In these October mornings, the hours before dawn linger in shadow. The world outside rests in quiet darkness, but I know what awaits. When at last the sun drifts above the horizon, its first light strikes the trees, and suddenly the woods are aflame. My maple in the backyard ignites into a blaze of copper and gold, every leaf shimmering like a tiny lantern held against the deep blue sky.
I step out onto the deck with my mug of coffee. Its warmth rises in gentle tendrils of steam that mingle with the cool air. I place it on the railing and stand for a moment, simply listening. The only sounds are my footsteps against the boards and the rhythm of my own breathing.
From the lake in the distance, voices rise—Canadian geese speaking to one another, their calls echoing across water and woodland. Two sweep overhead, wings strong, honking as they rejoin their flock. For a heartbeat I imagine myself lifting with them, soaring high into the crisp morning sky, the world spread out in autumn splendor below.
A smile comes, and I return to my coffee. I sip. I breathe. And I give thanks. Gratitude for the blaze of leaves, for the sound of wings, for the warmth in my hands and the stillness of the hour. Gratitude for the gift of another day.
The maple stands before me as a reminder: beauty is always here if only we pause to see it. The world becomes a wonderful place when we look, when we listen, when we simply allow ourselves to be. And so, with a quiet prayer of thankfulness, I step into this magical morning, wondering what stories this day will choose to write.
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity… it makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” ~Melody Beattie
~Wylddane
I step out onto the deck with my mug of coffee. Its warmth rises in gentle tendrils of steam that mingle with the cool air. I place it on the railing and stand for a moment, simply listening. The only sounds are my footsteps against the boards and the rhythm of my own breathing.
From the lake in the distance, voices rise—Canadian geese speaking to one another, their calls echoing across water and woodland. Two sweep overhead, wings strong, honking as they rejoin their flock. For a heartbeat I imagine myself lifting with them, soaring high into the crisp morning sky, the world spread out in autumn splendor below.
A smile comes, and I return to my coffee. I sip. I breathe. And I give thanks. Gratitude for the blaze of leaves, for the sound of wings, for the warmth in my hands and the stillness of the hour. Gratitude for the gift of another day.
The maple stands before me as a reminder: beauty is always here if only we pause to see it. The world becomes a wonderful place when we look, when we listen, when we simply allow ourselves to be. And so, with a quiet prayer of thankfulness, I step into this magical morning, wondering what stories this day will choose to write.
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity… it makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” ~Melody Beattie
~Wylddane
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