It’s not that I’m still growing, it’s that I’m learning and deepening in how to be still, silent, unmoving in the midst of hysterical loose ends.  Endings, uncertainty, insecurities and fog everywhere.  I root myself like a slender tree on a hill in the mist.  Nourishment seeping into my leaves, minerals and moisture drawing up to my heart through the warming earth.  Rays of invisible sunlight sneaking into my tough skin.

We can’t help but grow.  Growth is change, change is growth.  At least that’s what it looks like from the human viewpoint.  It’s not that a seedling simply changes, it grows.  So despite the failing eyes, the aching joints, the recognizition of limitation, I am both growing and changing.  Deeper and deeper into faith.  No matter what I believe that is!

Stillness and presence in th emoment remind me that whatever I believe in, whatever a Creator is, however Her face appears to me, I am truly a splinter of her star and I yearn in my silent moments, busy action, human foibles, to shine the light She has planeted in my heart.