"Autumn Moments" (Text & Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Yesterday, after finishing a list of errands—some of them carrying me twenty-five miles from home—I decided to take the scenic way back. That simple choice brought me down a road I had never traveled before. Even that in itself is a lesson, isn’t it? When we turn down an unknown path, we open ourselves to discovery, to wonder, to hidden gifts waiting to be seen.
And so, on that road, I came across a small, beautiful lake. No name marked its presence on any sign. To me, it was simply a hidden lake. A secret treasure, tucked away from hurried travelers, waiting for the eyes of someone willing to notice.
Now, as I sit in my wee cottage, morning darkness pressed against the bay window, I sip coffee while Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata lingers in the air. Before me is the picture I captured—the still water, the trees in their autumn splendor reflected on the glass-like surface, and the quiet swimming dock that once rang with laughter and shrieks of joy in summer.
The calmness of the water seems like a mirror for the soul. A hidden lake, in its silence, invites deep reflection—urging us to pause, to turn inward, and to listen for the voice of our own spirit. In some mythologies, lakes are seen as portals to other realms, thresholds between the material world and something deeper, something eternal. Gazing at this scene, I can almost imagine such a portal opening, calling me to step through and discover more of who I truly am.
The autumn leaves accent the moment with their brilliance. They remind me that beauty often comes just before change. The leaves, still clinging to their branches in full glory, will soon fall. Their fall may stir feelings of loss or melancholy, but it is also a promise—a promise of renewal, of fertile soil for new life when spring returns. Endings are never final; they are transformations.
And how profound it is to realize that these radiant autumn colors are not new creations at all. They have always been within the leaves, hidden by the green of summer, waiting for the right season to be revealed. What a metaphor this is for us as human beings: within each of us lies a quiet brilliance, a depth of beauty that emerges only when we release the masks we wear and allow our true selves to shine.
So, I pause. I take another sip of coffee. A new day calls, a fresh page waiting to be written. What will I write upon it? I choose love. I choose hope. I choose peace. I choose wholeness.
For just as the hidden lake reflects the world around it, so too do our choices reflect what is within us. Today, I choose to see the beauty, to trust the journey, and to live the miracle of this very moment.
“In still waters, the soul finds its reflection.”
~Wylddane
And so, on that road, I came across a small, beautiful lake. No name marked its presence on any sign. To me, it was simply a hidden lake. A secret treasure, tucked away from hurried travelers, waiting for the eyes of someone willing to notice.
Now, as I sit in my wee cottage, morning darkness pressed against the bay window, I sip coffee while Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata lingers in the air. Before me is the picture I captured—the still water, the trees in their autumn splendor reflected on the glass-like surface, and the quiet swimming dock that once rang with laughter and shrieks of joy in summer.
The calmness of the water seems like a mirror for the soul. A hidden lake, in its silence, invites deep reflection—urging us to pause, to turn inward, and to listen for the voice of our own spirit. In some mythologies, lakes are seen as portals to other realms, thresholds between the material world and something deeper, something eternal. Gazing at this scene, I can almost imagine such a portal opening, calling me to step through and discover more of who I truly am.
The autumn leaves accent the moment with their brilliance. They remind me that beauty often comes just before change. The leaves, still clinging to their branches in full glory, will soon fall. Their fall may stir feelings of loss or melancholy, but it is also a promise—a promise of renewal, of fertile soil for new life when spring returns. Endings are never final; they are transformations.
And how profound it is to realize that these radiant autumn colors are not new creations at all. They have always been within the leaves, hidden by the green of summer, waiting for the right season to be revealed. What a metaphor this is for us as human beings: within each of us lies a quiet brilliance, a depth of beauty that emerges only when we release the masks we wear and allow our true selves to shine.
So, I pause. I take another sip of coffee. A new day calls, a fresh page waiting to be written. What will I write upon it? I choose love. I choose hope. I choose peace. I choose wholeness.
For just as the hidden lake reflects the world around it, so too do our choices reflect what is within us. Today, I choose to see the beauty, to trust the journey, and to live the miracle of this very moment.
“In still waters, the soul finds its reflection.”
~Wylddane
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