"Goldenrod Moments" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
This morning, as I stepped out of the French door into the early light, I was greeted by a sharp bite in the breeze. The kind of cold that seeps in quickly and makes me grateful for the warmth of a wool shirt. Before me, in the wildflower garden, stood the last goldenrod of the season, its blossoms faded but still luminous in their own way. It seemed to stand as a quiet reminder: even in endings, there is beauty.
The goldenrod also felt like a marker, a sentinel at the turning of seasons. Behind it lies the full glory of summer, now gone. Ahead waits winter’s hush, its silences and snow. The flower stood there, steadfast, a golden bridge between what was and what is yet to be. And as I looked at it, I could not help but see myself reflected—alive and rooted in this present moment, carrying the light of what has been while leaning into the mystery of what comes next.
As usual, my early morning thoughts tumbled over one another, weaving and darting without rhyme or reason. I found myself looking forward to the return of standard time, when dawn arrives a little earlier, when the world feels more in rhythm with morning people like me. Yet then I caught myself, remembering: time is but a human invention, our attempt to measure the immeasurable. The universe pays no mind to clocks or calendars. The morning simply is.
And what a wonder the morning is. Once upon a time, each new day thrilled us as children—the glee of waking up to a world that felt fresh and waiting just for us. Somewhere along the way, many of us misplaced that joy, as though it were a toy set aside and forgotten. But standing there, with the goldenrod bowing gently in the breeze, I decided: I want to bring that glee back into my life. I choose to live with that sense of wonder.
My mind, of course, kept moving. Was I drifting? Was my life drifting? In the mornings I feel so alive, so full of possibility. Yet as the day stretches on, I sometimes feel myself wandering. Perhaps that too is a gift—an invitation from the universe to let go of striving and instead learn to simply enjoy. To trust that even in stillness, life is unfolding as it should.
So today, I set my course in faith. If I believe I can find good, then good will meet me—regardless of appearances. If I believe every situation carries a lesson, then every step will be a classroom. If I believe in service, then my life will be richer for having lifted another’s burden. And if I believe in gratitude, then I will never lack for reasons to give thanks.
The world is still full of magic. Too often, systems and institutions strip it away, leaving only rules and rituals. But the wonder remains, waiting for each of us to rediscover it—in goldenrod blossoms, in the breath of a cold breeze, in the warmth of coffee between our hands.
Brrrrr. Even through the wool shirt, the cold is finding its way in. It is time to go inside, refill my mug, turn on the heat, and begin the day. What kind of day will it be? That, I realize, is mine to create.
"My beliefs and actions show me where I am placing my faith, and they shape the quality of my life. Today, I choose to see the good, to welcome wonder, and to live with gratitude."
~Wylddane
The goldenrod also felt like a marker, a sentinel at the turning of seasons. Behind it lies the full glory of summer, now gone. Ahead waits winter’s hush, its silences and snow. The flower stood there, steadfast, a golden bridge between what was and what is yet to be. And as I looked at it, I could not help but see myself reflected—alive and rooted in this present moment, carrying the light of what has been while leaning into the mystery of what comes next.
As usual, my early morning thoughts tumbled over one another, weaving and darting without rhyme or reason. I found myself looking forward to the return of standard time, when dawn arrives a little earlier, when the world feels more in rhythm with morning people like me. Yet then I caught myself, remembering: time is but a human invention, our attempt to measure the immeasurable. The universe pays no mind to clocks or calendars. The morning simply is.
And what a wonder the morning is. Once upon a time, each new day thrilled us as children—the glee of waking up to a world that felt fresh and waiting just for us. Somewhere along the way, many of us misplaced that joy, as though it were a toy set aside and forgotten. But standing there, with the goldenrod bowing gently in the breeze, I decided: I want to bring that glee back into my life. I choose to live with that sense of wonder.
My mind, of course, kept moving. Was I drifting? Was my life drifting? In the mornings I feel so alive, so full of possibility. Yet as the day stretches on, I sometimes feel myself wandering. Perhaps that too is a gift—an invitation from the universe to let go of striving and instead learn to simply enjoy. To trust that even in stillness, life is unfolding as it should.
So today, I set my course in faith. If I believe I can find good, then good will meet me—regardless of appearances. If I believe every situation carries a lesson, then every step will be a classroom. If I believe in service, then my life will be richer for having lifted another’s burden. And if I believe in gratitude, then I will never lack for reasons to give thanks.
The world is still full of magic. Too often, systems and institutions strip it away, leaving only rules and rituals. But the wonder remains, waiting for each of us to rediscover it—in goldenrod blossoms, in the breath of a cold breeze, in the warmth of coffee between our hands.
Brrrrr. Even through the wool shirt, the cold is finding its way in. It is time to go inside, refill my mug, turn on the heat, and begin the day. What kind of day will it be? That, I realize, is mine to create.
"My beliefs and actions show me where I am placing my faith, and they shape the quality of my life. Today, I choose to see the good, to welcome wonder, and to live with gratitude."
~Wylddane
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