Footprints

Where do you leave a trail, a wake of perfection, detection, of who you are, was, want to be?

What trails will you leave in the sand, in the new fresh fallen snow…it the forests undiscovered?

You, this very day, are leaving a mark on this world, who you touch, how you show up, how you inspire those who have forgotten their dreams, those who have been saddened, muted or stayed in neutral for some reason, some excuse in their heads.

Leave a wake of inspired delay, a way to add light to the darkest dawn.  Add a modicum of peace and perpetrating contentment to all that you do and see and who you interact with.

Footprints of yours are left everywhere you walk, where you momentarily leave a handshake, a piece of art on the wall, a kindness, a strong-ness in the flippant winds and hourglass of days that smear and mesh into a haze.

But you, this very day, will preserve those footprints, that humor, those ideals, the very essence of who you are…and the arm’s length reach you have that can go so deep into a moment, so deep into a heart that you can pull out that rusted-over dream, that reason to begin again, that horizon that has been lost in some English fog…in some San Francisco twilight.

Watch everything you do, and watch how footprints cover footprints, of yesterday and tomorrow…then walk a different path to the ensuing dreams, to the enchantment of another chance, of stepping away from the cover of yesterday, the ordinary of the status quo, the mediocrity that is safe.

Play it crazy and risk it on being and walking and trekking and doing what will preserve those footprints in the minds of antiquity: a song, an idea, a book, a painting, a small talk with the Lilliputian children who will remember it from five years to very old, influence, persuade and get out of the shadows and charades and you will leave footprints that are preserved for all time.

I once asked a good ol’ boy, local Coloradan from down home Greeley, Colorado, how old he was, and he looked at me and smiled, and says, “Well, I ain’t been around as long as the dinosaurs, but I seen their tracks.”