The one leaf blew across the field. Many of the other leaves fell around the base of the tree that had held on to them for so many months. A few of the leaves fell off just to the side of the tree. The lone leaf held on until it found a breeze that would carry it. It released into that breeze and floated across the field – away from the other leaves and away from the tree where it had lived all of its life. It went onward, sometimes upward, but always beyond the expectations of the others.
I am like a leaf. I can settle next to where I have always been. I can move out to the edge of comfort. I can find a breeze, release into that breeze and fly beyond the expectations.
I choose to fly.
[…] shared a little of my own experience with choice and with change. It made me think of Ridge Burns post about Autumn. “Falling Leaves” is just a quick reminder […]
‘I choose to fly’ (What a Beautiful close…)
Maurice – I know that if I continue to focus on flying then I will!