Having the Courage to Begin Again.

[blockquote source=”Sara Teasdale”]“Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.” [/blockquote]

Each morning we are born again. A brand new set of untarnished moments, beckoning for the gift of our awareness.

The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance.

Every minute of every hour, handed freely to our charge. No expectations, no worries, no clinging ties to burdens or pains. No limits.

Only the hope that we may begin again.

The morning light hides no shadows, and yet—it offers the grace of forgiveness, unyielding to the temptation of ‘what might of been.’

It’s a new day to begin again—light breaks its bold patterns before me, as gratitude follows me like a shadow.

“Come now,” she calls out, “There’s no place for these ‘yester-fears'”

I smile, nodding my consent; this new day, she knows me well. Much like a puppy waiting at the door, it doesn’t matter how long we’ve been away, it’s always;

“You’re back!! How wonderful…I’ve missed you!! Now, lets go…”

And, with one tail-wriggling moment of happiness, our purpose in this life is reaffirmed – to dance, to smile, to giggle, and marvel over this amazing new day before us.

So here it is for you, my darlings – this precious gift yet untouched by the burden of worry.With 86,400 deliciously wrapped reasons to begin living the life you’ve always dreamed.

whispers, “so what’s it going to be?”

Will you stand frozen at the threshold of these self-imposed fears, or,

Will you have the courage to begin again?

“Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.”
― Sara Teasdale

About

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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