He Is Rich Who Owns the Day.

I watched my pup race to the open window this morning.

He’d heard the clamoring of passersby and was eager to know their ‘business’ here.

And, though my instinct was to pull him away – experience teaching that’s he’s not generally a ‘morning pup’ – today, I simply sat back and observed.

“Good morning, little one,” a voice called from below. “I see you’re already up and ready for adventure today.”

And, with that his puppy nose gave a hearty snortle-sniff, as if the energy of boundlessness could be infused upon the morning breeze.

“He is rich who owns the day,” shared poet, Ralph Waldo Emerson. “and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.”

Do you see it, my loves? Sometimes we are reminded through the most seemingly innocuous of things – such as a puppy at a window, and a passerby offering his greeting.

It’s all right there, every single day. Open your eyes to it, my dearest darlings – and take in this day without worry.

For…

“This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

Much love and blessings of joy, my loves. And, on this day, I bow humbly to you.

Namaste ❤️

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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