"Do I wither up and die
make the best of my time left?"
quote from Tuesdays with Morrie
There is a crisp bite to the morning air these days,
as we age,
we kind of get used to them,
the steamy hot of summer,
slowly and gradually moves into the cool mornings of
The leaves begin to curl up, wither up, crisp up,
as their nourishment stops flowing,
the cycle of life continues,
whether any of us want it to or not,
pods hold seeds for future generations,
leaves--well they lose their bright green sheen,
curl up on the ends,
eventually drop off
all that remains is a stem holding it all together
a ball of roots
so deeply embedded in the soil that
the cold blizzard snows don't get to them,
Life flows with the rhythm of the seasons,
open up our petals,
spread our blooms like the morning glories
worshipping the sun,
pull ourselves back,
pieces fall off,
drop to the ground as tidbits to be used by future generations.
we are born, we live, we die...
what will you make of the time
between live and die?
do we wither up and die...
make the best of what we've got left....
I'm choosing to live...
my leaves are turning crisp.
Have a great day,
be a great day,
Live fully and richly,
drop hope and love
live your passion...
the seasons continue to move forward,
it is our choice
what to do in the mean time.
Live a full day today...
blessings and hugs...