The Blessing Within the Morning’s Mist.

There was a mist upon the fields this morning; hanging delicately, offering her warmth to the sweet clover below.
 
With gossamered wings, she rose – tempting us to engage that which was always there, yet barely noted. The divinity of her grace framed solely through the simplicity of sun.
 
There is a softness to this earth, exposed; its edged smoothed through the weathering of winds and unmitigated exposures. Leaving us to stand in awed wonderment, as the depth of our own redemption is finally realized.
 
And, who are we to dare protest? The inspiration upon glistening leaf’s edge?
 
As twilight wraps in silken dress, we rest inside this breath of new.
 
In peace, my loves… and happy morning to you all.
 
Namaste <3
 

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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