"A September Morning" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
A few years ago, I stood at Clam Falls Reservoir and lifted my camera to capture what my heart already knew—this was September distilled into one moment. Green still held the land in its warm embrace, yet here and there, fire announced itself—red and gold spilling across the canopy, a gentle whisper of the season about to unfold. It was not quite summer, not quite autumn, but something between—an exquisite threshold.
In that picture, I see not only the color of leaves but also the nature of time itself. Life, too, is lived in thresholds—between endings and beginnings, between loss and renewal, between who we were yesterday and who we are becoming today. The hush of September reminds us that we need not rush. Transformation happens in its own rhythm, like the migration of birds—some gone, some lingering, all following their innate compass. The Canadian geese will be the last to leave, their calls echoing across the water, a farewell and a promise all at once.
This morning, as I stirred awake, I made certain to start with gratitude. The first thought: “Isn’t this a beautiful day?” The second: “My, but the coffee tastes good.” Simple beginnings, but powerful ones. For the mind, when filled with light, casts its glow across the hours to come. Darkness at dawn has given way to light, and with it comes a gentle reminder: every day is born new, and we can choose how to meet it.
The air has turned, the chill of recent days softening into warmth again. Later, I will step outside and breathe deeply, letting myself be held by the trees, the sky, the shimmering water. When we commune with nature, we rediscover our truest selves. Here, among these September colors, it is easy to remember that each thought, each choice, is a brushstroke on the canvas of our lives.
Just as those who invented the wheel set in motion the evolution of technology—giving rise to all kinds of advances—I cannot know the impact of my ideas, actions, and deeds. In this life I like to think my thoughts and deeds benefit this world. My choices ripple outward in ways beyond my understanding. Prosperity flows through me. Just as technology evolves, so does my consciousness, expanding my capacity to give. Each generous act multiplies, and my every blessing extends beyond me.
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“As one candle lights another without diminishing itself, so too does each act of kindness multiply, illuminating the world beyond our knowing.”
~Wylddane
In that picture, I see not only the color of leaves but also the nature of time itself. Life, too, is lived in thresholds—between endings and beginnings, between loss and renewal, between who we were yesterday and who we are becoming today. The hush of September reminds us that we need not rush. Transformation happens in its own rhythm, like the migration of birds—some gone, some lingering, all following their innate compass. The Canadian geese will be the last to leave, their calls echoing across the water, a farewell and a promise all at once.
This morning, as I stirred awake, I made certain to start with gratitude. The first thought: “Isn’t this a beautiful day?” The second: “My, but the coffee tastes good.” Simple beginnings, but powerful ones. For the mind, when filled with light, casts its glow across the hours to come. Darkness at dawn has given way to light, and with it comes a gentle reminder: every day is born new, and we can choose how to meet it.
The air has turned, the chill of recent days softening into warmth again. Later, I will step outside and breathe deeply, letting myself be held by the trees, the sky, the shimmering water. When we commune with nature, we rediscover our truest selves. Here, among these September colors, it is easy to remember that each thought, each choice, is a brushstroke on the canvas of our lives.
Just as those who invented the wheel set in motion the evolution of technology—giving rise to all kinds of advances—I cannot know the impact of my ideas, actions, and deeds. In this life I like to think my thoughts and deeds benefit this world. My choices ripple outward in ways beyond my understanding. Prosperity flows through me. Just as technology evolves, so does my consciousness, expanding my capacity to give. Each generous act multiplies, and my every blessing extends beyond me.
* * * * * * * * * *
“As one candle lights another without diminishing itself, so too does each act of kindness multiply, illuminating the world beyond our knowing.”
~Wylddane
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