Still Growing

In response to the question of the week I must confess I am still growing. Not phyically, except for aging, but emotionally and mentally I am continuing to grow and mature.  And I am glad. If I couldn’t grow and couldn’t continue to learn new things about the world and myself , life certainly wouldn’t be very interesting. Being open to new things is what makes life wonderous to me. And not losing touch with the child in me helps me to see more of the beauty and small miracles that go on around us every single day.

I don’t know about anyone else, but where I live we are experiencing some hot summer weather. Shouldn’t complain, I suppose, since it is June. However, it is so uncomfortable.

Heat rises

from the bricks

on the patio,

the pavement in the street

in long thin streamers

undulating in the sunlight

gentle rippling

of the air

barely detected by our eyes,

but felt,

warm sticky fingers

rubbing our skin.

Rainbow Weaver