Leaving Our Mark
My time of year, fall. Crisp air. Leaves change color and drift away from their homes in the trees. From the moment their green color first appears in the spring until they land where they may when summer moves on. My driveway seems to welcome them. The rain offers a last soaking, causing a chemical reaction between the leaf and the cement. It is a beautiful, haunting impression of what was. A reminder of cycling through life, changing, and leaving your mark. If we choose to believe it or not, we all leave our mark. Consciously or unconsciously paying it forward by simply smiling at a stranger. Sitting quietly with a cat on your lap. Stepping up to help when the need presents. It is easy to lose sight of kindness when personal and global stress overwhelm us. I catch myself at times, being impatient, frustrated, even distant for many reasons. I have to stop myself. It can be a struggle. Then I ask if this is the mark I want to leave. Of course not. Time for a one eighty and it feels so much better. A song that can take a grey moment and give it good energy is "Higher and Higher", by Jackie Wilson. I hear the song in my head. I think about the scene in Ghostbusters when the city comes together. Yes, it is a fictional film, but that scene is what it's all about for me. An outpouring of love, and positive change. Good things. That’s the mark I want to leave.🍃🍂
