Making the best of my time left.....

"Do I wither up and die

 or

make the best of my time left?"

quote from Tuesdays with Morrie

There is a crisp bite to the morning air these days,

seasonal shifts,

as we age,

we kind of get used to them,

the steamy hot of summer,

slowly and gradually moves into the cool mornings of

Autumn,

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,

bend,

wither,

eventually drop off

and

die.

Winter comes,

all that remains is a stem holding it all together

by

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,

we grow,

open up our petals,

spread our blooms like the morning glories

worshipping the sun,

pull ourselves back,

curl up,

color fades,

pieces fall off,

drop to the ground as tidbits to be used by future generations.

Life...

we are born, we live, we die...

what will you make of the time

between live and die?

do we wither up and die...

or

make the best of what we've got left....

I'm choosing to live...

even if

my leaves are turning crisp.

Have a great day,

be a great day,

Live fully and richly,

drop hope and love

and

live your passion...

the seasons continue to move forward,

and

 it is our choice

what to do in the mean time.

Live a full day today...

blessings and hugs...