"Morning Coffee Garden Walk Discovery" (Text & Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
The mornings grow cooler now, and I notice as I walk that the birdsong is quieter, more subdued. Where once the air shimmered with chorus and chatter, now it feels like a whispered hymn, a gentle prelude to autumn. In the pre-dawn light, before the world is fully awake, I wander in peace. The first strength of the sun, rising steadily, paints the leaves and flowers with its touch of warmth and gold.
I think of a teaching exercise I once read: a teacher asked students to draw self-portraits, rays of sunshine radiating from their hearts—and also swords. The rays represented words of kindness, words that uplift. The swords, the words that cut and wound. Even children know: words are never just words. They can heal or harm, strengthen or scar.
So today I commit myself to rays of light. I choose words that affirm goodness, that scatter seeds of joy, that call forward what is best in others. These words I take into my heart and let them rise like the sun itself, warming the day. I will let go of words that diminish, that weigh down, that add no wonder to this world.
As I walk, the thought comes to me: I make a difference simply in how I speak. A gentle word can steady another soul. A kind word can brighten even the grayest morning. Encouragement, spoken with sincerity, can set another on their way with renewed strength. In this small but mighty way, we each help create a more compassionate world.
Dr. Wayne Dyer once said: “Have a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing.” He also reminded us: “Don’t die with your music still in you.” These words reach deep. They ask me: What is the music within me? How will I express it today? Will I create, encourage, inspire, or perhaps simply offer peace to someone who needs it?
The answer becomes clear as the morning unfolds. My music is in my words. Every phrase, every note spoken aloud, is a chance to compose a song of kindness. My music is not meant to stay silent—it is meant to be sung in the way I speak, in the way I honor the light within others, in the way I remind myself of the beauty woven through this life.
And so, with the sun climbing higher and the garden alive in quiet brilliance, I step forward into this day. My words will be my song. My music will be kindness. And that is enough.
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“Your words are your song; let them carry light into the silence.” ~Wylddane
~Wylddane
I think of a teaching exercise I once read: a teacher asked students to draw self-portraits, rays of sunshine radiating from their hearts—and also swords. The rays represented words of kindness, words that uplift. The swords, the words that cut and wound. Even children know: words are never just words. They can heal or harm, strengthen or scar.
So today I commit myself to rays of light. I choose words that affirm goodness, that scatter seeds of joy, that call forward what is best in others. These words I take into my heart and let them rise like the sun itself, warming the day. I will let go of words that diminish, that weigh down, that add no wonder to this world.
As I walk, the thought comes to me: I make a difference simply in how I speak. A gentle word can steady another soul. A kind word can brighten even the grayest morning. Encouragement, spoken with sincerity, can set another on their way with renewed strength. In this small but mighty way, we each help create a more compassionate world.
Dr. Wayne Dyer once said: “Have a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing.” He also reminded us: “Don’t die with your music still in you.” These words reach deep. They ask me: What is the music within me? How will I express it today? Will I create, encourage, inspire, or perhaps simply offer peace to someone who needs it?
The answer becomes clear as the morning unfolds. My music is in my words. Every phrase, every note spoken aloud, is a chance to compose a song of kindness. My music is not meant to stay silent—it is meant to be sung in the way I speak, in the way I honor the light within others, in the way I remind myself of the beauty woven through this life.
And so, with the sun climbing higher and the garden alive in quiet brilliance, I step forward into this day. My words will be my song. My music will be kindness. And that is enough.
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“Your words are your song; let them carry light into the silence.” ~Wylddane
~Wylddane
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