It is that time of the week where we just sit back and turn the wheel over to the ole’ noggin as we just think and write, throwing caution to the wind. Linda Hill gives us a new prompt every Friday.
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “growth.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I have experienced so much growth when I look back over my life. I think of my gentle youth surrounded by the hills that I called home, completely unaware of the world around me. Now I live in a time where my thoughts are bombarded by the trials and tribulations of the world 24 hours a day. It is too much.
I watched the growth of my children as they grew from babies to toddlers to adolescents and now as adults with families of their own. Their personal growth through this life has been phenomenal, but it is all happening too quickly now. S L O W down.
I remember one night in particular. We went to visit my father, back in the hills where nothing seems to change. I stepped out of the car and walked toward my dad with his arms spread wide. It was the first time I remember thinking ‘he’s getting old’. His hair white with his familiar crew cut and his belly too round stretching the fabric of the white t-shirts he favored. He had grown old. I wonder now if this is how my children might soon see me.
Another visit pops into my mind. It was midnight, we were all out back of the house lying on quilts starting into the sky as a fantastic meteor shower performed in the skies above us. That was a good night. Experiences entrenched in memories are proof of a special type of growth. The type of growth fertilized with love.
I hope this past year of the pandemic has provided growth for many of us in the way we treat our planet and each other. Our state eliminated almost all restrictions yesterday. I hope we have grown enough to handle the freedoms we have again been given.