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A Meditation on Miracles...

3/1/2025

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"Morning Miracles" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Let the air fill your lungs, then exhale slowly. With each breath, allow yourself to settle into this moment.

Now, consider this truth: There are two ways to live your life. You can walk through your days seeing nothing as extraordinary, or you can awaken to the quiet miracle of existence itself.

Feel your heartbeat—steady, rhythmic, alive. A miracle.

Think of the sun rising, painting the sky with light. A miracle.

The tree standing tall outside your window, breathing with you, exchanging air. A miracle.

When you see the world as ordinary, it fades into the background, unnoticed. But when you choose to see everything as miraculous, life opens up.
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The laughter of a friend, the kindness of a stranger, the way raindrops gather on a leaf—each moment is an invitation to wonder.

Breathe in the miracle of this very breath.

Breathe out gratitude for simply being.

Life is not waiting to show you its wonders; they are already here. The choice is yours—will you open your heart to see them?

Sit for a moment in this awareness. When you are ready, carry this vision with you into your day.

Everything is a miracle.

~Wylddane
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Beach Meditation...

2/26/2025

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"Beach Meditation" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Walking along the beach on a cloudy day is its own form of meditation. Within a few steps, the rhythmic pulse of the ocean and the gentle call of seagulls draw the mind into a quiet, reflective state. The waves roll in, steady and endless, their hushed roar blending with the sound of the wind. With each footfall sinking into the cool, damp sand, the present moment unfolds with effortless clarity.

The overcast sky, vast and shifting, mirrors the nature of the mind—sometimes heavy with thoughts, yet always open, always capable of revealing glimpses of light. The horizon stretches infinitely, reminding us of the boundless nature of our own consciousness. In this space, the mind does not need to cling to worries or chase after fleeting thoughts. Instead, it can simply be, floating in the steady embrace of the elements.

With each breath, the ocean’s rhythm becomes the rhythm of the self. The waves crest and break, just as thoughts rise and dissolve. The gentle beat of the heart echoes the ancient pulse of the tide, a reminder that life itself is part of something vast and eternal. There is peace in this realization—a deep, unshakable peace that exists within, no matter how turbulent the outer world may seem.

Even as footprints mark the sand, they are soon erased by the tide, a quiet testament to impermanence. Nothing remains fixed; all things shift and flow. And yet, rather than loss, this impermanence offers a profound sense of hope. Just as the waves smooth away the past, each moment offers the chance to begin anew. The ocean does not cling to what has been. It moves forward, endlessly, and so can we.

True peace is not found in the absence of storms, but in the quiet center that remains even as the winds rise.

This peace, always present, is a wellspring of hope—a knowing that, no matter how uncertain the skies may be, the tides will turn, the clouds will part, and the sun will shine once more. Walking along the shore, listening to the whispered wisdom of the waves, one can remember: peace is not something to be sought; it is something to be remembered. It is always here, waiting, just beneath the surface, ready to rise with the tide.

~Wylddane
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Finding Peace in the Winter Woods...

2/25/2025

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"Frosty Winter Mornings" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
The crisp air of an early frosty morning fills my lungs as I step into the quiet sanctuary of the woods. The world is still, wrapped in a soft blanket of ice and snow, and the only sound accompanying me is the rhythmic crunch of my boots breaking the frost’s delicate hold on the earth. An occasional bird call echoes through the trees, a gentle reminder that I am not alone in this sacred space.

There is a peace here that eludes the frantic pace of everyday life. In the hush of the forest, where the trees stand like silent guardians, I find a stillness that calms my mind and soothes my spirit. Each step through the snow-covered path leads me deeper into contemplation, deeper into gratitude. The weight of my worries lightens, carried away by the cold breeze whispering through the branches.

The blessings of life become apparent in these quiet moments. The steady beat of my heart, the warmth in my body, the ability to walk, to breathe, to witness nature’s subtle beauty—all of these gifts, so often overlooked, fill me with appreciation. The world, for all its chaos and uncertainty, still holds such profound grace. Even in the coldest of seasons, life persists. Beneath the frozen ground, roots remain strong. Beneath the ice-covered lake, water still flows. This is nature’s quiet assurance that even in difficult times, there is strength, there is resilience, there is hope.

The forest whispers its metaphysical lessons to those who listen. Time is an illusion here, measured not by the ticking of a clock but by the slow rise of the sun, the shifting of light through the trees, and the rhythmic passage of the seasons. Fear and uncertainty shrink in the face of such vast, unyielding beauty. The trees have stood for generations, weathering storms and seasons of hardship, yet they continue to reach for the sky. So too, must I.

As I walk, I am reminded that every frost melts, every winter gives way to spring. Life is a cycle, ever-changing, ever-renewing. No matter the trials I face, there is always the promise of warmth, of renewal, of brighter days ahead. The woods hold a quiet wisdom—one that teaches me to embrace the present, to trust in the unfolding journey, and to find strength in simply being.

With every breath, I inhale the crisp air of the morning and exhale my fears. I walk forward, boots crunching, heart full, carrying with me the peace, the gratitude, and the unwavering hope gifted to me by the quiet, frosty woods.

~Wylddane
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Faith, Love, Hope...

2/8/2025

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"Faith, Love, Hope" (Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Faith
Faith is more than belief in something we can see or touch—it’s a quiet trust in something greater than ourselves, something that transcends our immediate circumstances. Even when life feels chaotic and fragile, faith gives us a foundation. It’s the belief that no matter how dark the night may get, there is a dawn that will come. Sometimes, faith is simply the belief that we can get through the next moment, even if we don’t know how.

“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore

When everything feels at risk, faith asks us to remember that this moment is not forever. Even in the storm, there is the potential for calm. Faith can help us see beyond the fear and allow us to keep moving forward with trust.

Love
Love is the light that shines through even the heaviest of clouds. It’s the force that binds us together, even when we feel most alone. Love isn’t always easy to access when we’re scared, but it is often present in unexpected ways—through the kindness of strangers, the strength of family, or the support of a community. In dark times, love reminds us that we are not isolated in our suffering. It creates space for connection, for sharing, and for healing.

“Love is the only reality, and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.” – Rabindranath Tagore

Love may be the most powerful antidote to fear. When we hold onto love, whether it’s for our family, friends, or humanity as a whole, it grounds us. In moments of crisis, love inspires acts of courage, selflessness, and care.

Hope
Hope is the belief that, no matter how dire the present may seem, things can get better. Hope doesn’t demand immediate answers; it simply whispers that transformation is possible. It’s a quiet confidence that change is always within reach, and that tomorrow is a new opportunity for healing, growth, and peace.

“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” – Desmond Tutu

Hope doesn't ignore the reality of suffering, but it gives us the strength to endure. It tells us that even in the darkest hours, there is always the potential for something brighter ahead. Hope helps us to hold on, even when we’re unsure of the outcome.

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When all seems fragile and the world feels like it's on edge, holding onto faith, love, and hope becomes a choice—a decision to keep looking for the light, to keep reaching out, and to keep believing in a future worth fighting for. Each day we make it through, we become more resilient. And each act of love we share, each ounce of hope we hold onto, helps create ripples of positivity, even in the most trying of times.
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~Wylddane

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Sunset Meditation...

2/3/2025

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"Meditation" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Meditation: Pacific Ocean Sunset at Sharp Beach, Pacifica, CA

Find a comfortable position, and gently close your eyes. Take a slow, deep breath in through your nose... and release it softly through your mouth. Let your body settle into this moment, grounding yourself with each breath.

Now, imagine yourself standing on the soft sands of Sharp Beach in Pacifica, California. The air is cool, and a gentle breeze kisses your skin. In front of you, the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean stretches toward the horizon. The waves roll rhythmically toward the shore, their sound a peaceful lullaby that calms your mind.

As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, you notice the brilliant colors filling the sky—deep oranges and purples, soft pinks that melt into gold. The world feels still, almost sacred, as the light slowly fades, marking the close of one day and the end of this chapter of your life.

With every breath, you let go of what has passed—whether the triumphs or the challenges of the month behind you. You release any tension, any lingering worries, and simply allow the beauty of the moment to embrace you. The sun sets, marking an end... but in this stillness, there is always something more.

As the sun sinks below the horizon, remember this: where night falls here, dawn rises elsewhere. The end of one day is always the beginning of another. With this thought, you sense the possibility of renewal. You feel the hope of a new month on the horizon, filled with uncharted days, untouched opportunities.

Let the deep connection to the ocean, the steady rhythm of the waves, remind you that change is constant and always moving forward, even when it feels still. You are part of this ever-moving, ever-changing cycle of life.

As the final rays of sunlight disappear beneath the horizon, take a deep breath and sense the faith within you—that everything unfolds in its time, that everything has its season. And just like the ocean waves, you too are part of something larger, something far-reaching and beautiful.

Let love fill your heart—love for yourself, love for this moment, and love for the future. Know that the new month ahead holds all the potential for your dreams, your growth, and your joy. Whatever has passed is behind you, and ahead of you stretches a fresh path to walk, step by step.
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With your heart full of gratitude, hope, faith, and love, slowly begin to bring your awareness back to the present moment. When you're ready, take another deep breath, and gently open your eyes.

~Wylddane
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New Year's Eve...

1/1/2025

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"December Moods" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
A quiet New Year's Eve in a wee home nestled in the snowy woods sounds like the perfect retreat—peaceful, intimate, and full of simple joys. The beauty of such a setting lies in its stillness and connection to nature. In a place like this, the usual hustle and bustle of New Year's celebrations is replaced by a slower, more reflective pace, allowing for deep contentment and appreciation for the small, meaningful moments.

Here’s how I imagine such an evening might unfold:

As the final day of the year fades, the snow outside falls gently, blanketing the forest in a soft, silencing hush. The world seems to slow down, the usual sounds of nature muted by the thick layer of snow covering the ground, making everything feel soft and serene.

Inside the wee home, the warmth of a fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The room smells of pine and the lingering scent of woodsmoke, cozy and familiar. Perhaps there’s a pot of stew or a simmering pot of coffee on the stove, something comforting that fills the air with its warmth and aroma.

By the window, you can see the world outside—the snow-covered trees and the sky, now dark, speckled with the quiet twinkling of stars. There are no fireworks here—just the occasional soft whoosh of wind brushing against the trees and the crisp crunch of snow beneath the paws of wildlife moving in the distance. It's a world untouched, still and beautiful, as though time itself is resting.

Inside, there’s no rush. Perhaps you curl rest in a comfortable chair near the fire, wrapped in a blanket, feeling the peaceful hum of quiet conversation or maybe the music of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" on the radio. The ticking of a clock, a gentle reminder that time is moving, but it feels like there’s no need to hurry.

For those who share this tiny home—a close-knit family, two old friends, or perhaps even just one—it’s a time for reflection. The year that’s about to pass is remembered fondly, its little moments cherished: quiet walks, shared meals, fun and funny conversations. There’s gratitude for what has been, for what has grown, and a gentle optimism for what the coming year may bring, though there’s no need for big resolutions or bold proclamations. It’s enough to simply be together, to enjoy the warmth of companionship and the peace of the evening.

As midnight approaches, there’s no grand countdown—perhaps just the soft murmur of voices singing a quiet song, or the clink of a couple of mugs raised in a small toast to the new year. No fireworks, no noise—just a shared moment, a breath taken together at the threshold of something new.

The night stretches on peacefully, perhaps with just the lightest snowfall continuing to dust the landscape outside or, instead, a night sky filled with twinkling stars. The warmth of the fire and the companionship inside make it feel like there’s nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

In this tiny, snow-covered home in the woods, New Year’s Eve is not a celebration of grand moments, but of quiet contentment. It’s the perfect way to welcome a new year—softly, gently, and with a full heart, surrounded by the peace of the natural world and the warmth of those we hold close.

A celebration like this can be deeply grounding. It’s a moment to step away from the noise of the world and connect to the essential things that truly matter—love, nature, and the simple, quiet joy of being.

​~Wylddane

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Living in the moment...

4/28/2024

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For quite a few years now, I have been a student of metaphysics.  My first introduction was through Dr. Wayne Dyer's book "Your Erroneous Zones."  Then my next step in this journey was through Unity...Rev. Maureen Bass at one of the Unity churches in San Francisco.  There is so much I have yet to learn.  However, the journey is a good one.

Lately...well the last few days...I have been a wee bit lost in my thinking which has lead to a restless borderline grumpiness.  This morning I came across this by Thich Nhat Hanh; and, it was just what I needed.

“If while washing dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not “washing the dishes to wash the dishes.” What’s more, we are not alive during the time we are washing the dishes. In fact we are completely incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink. If we can’t wash the dishes, the chances are we won’t be able to drink our tea either. While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands. Thus we are sucked away into the future—and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life.”
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~Thich Nhat Hanh
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"One Step at a Time" (Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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And...Quite Suddenly...It's Monday!

6/5/2023

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"Monday Morning" (Image Courtesy of Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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"The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it."  ~Henry David Thoreau

3/8/2023

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"March Memories" (Image Courtesy of Wylddane Productions, LLc)
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“Last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.”  ~T. S. Eliot

1/1/2019

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"Early Morning Light" (Photo Courtesy of Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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