The Magic is You.

Via Tara Lemieux
on Jan 13, 2013
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On days, like today, when I am at the ‘almost very end’ and the night sky begins to gain its slightest of chills…

And right around that time, when my little pup climbs into my lap, to find his ‘most perfectly cozy’ resting spot…

I close my eyes, and find my breath and thank the stars for all these most wonderful things.

I think of all of those I love and whose love lights my path.

I think of all the moments I have shared and those that I hope are yet still to come.

But most of all, I am so ever-grateful, to be right here, right now.

And when it is, that I take this pause and think over these wonders of my day.

I realize that all of this magic, this loving-kindness has been, right here, all along.

So when it is that you may find yourself really struggling to find these wonders in your view…

Remember always, and after all—that this magic you seek, is you.




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Ed: Bryonie Wise


About Tara Lemieux

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered (or, at the very least, mostly not-uncovered.) When she’s not writing, you can find her walking in the woods and sometimes changing the way we look at things, one simple moment at a time. You can contact her at via her website Mindfully Musing or, take one second to "LIKE" her on Facebook at Tara's Facebook Page. Or email her directly at [email protected]. All roads will lead to one home, and rest assured she (and Nudnick, the wonder dog) would LOVE to hear from you.


6 Responses to “The Magic is You.”

  1. edieyoga says:

    As always, lovely.

  2. Tara says:

    And as always, so wonderfully gracious of you to say…xo

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