March 21, 2007
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...I was five again.
The air brushed against my face drawing the smell of earth and sunshine into me as I smiled, the sky was a pure baby blue that my eyes had not seen or notice for a long time. I sat there on the swing going up and up, right up into that blue sky that looked so inviting and in that moment... I was five again. I got that tickle in my stomach you get when you swing really high and shut your eyes, I cried out in laughter smiling bigger than I had in quite some time. Ah, the first day of spring, what a great day to be a kid again, I was soaring up in the air, laughing, giggling, my eyes dancing with joy. It was almost as if I had completely forgotten who I was... and I just WAS. I hadn't swung on a swing for a long time, but it had always been my favorite thing to do at the park. I never played on the other stuff much, I just would swing. I would swing away until my hands and legs got tired... and even then sometimes I would keep going. For some reason swinging comforts me, it may be the motion... or it may be the feeling of flight. I tilt my head back and shut my eyes and I can swear that I am flying... though I may not be, my heart is. I love the feeling, that feeling of soaring in the air and swooping down.. I am a bird *smiles* swift and gentle like flight of dove...
I think everyone should be a kid every now and then, be silly just because you can, not all the time of course... but when you can. I think it's healthy for the soul and heart to be five again when you have time, I think that if we all took the energy and time to play that maybe our moods would be a little more pleasant.
Dads, have a light saber fight with your son. Moms, play dress up with your daughter. Lovers, have a pillow, snowball, or water balloon fight. Play hide and seek... just play, play anything! Have fun. You know, you only live once... soak it up,
The Swing
Author:
Robert Louis Stevenson - 1850-1894How do you like to go up in a swing?
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown -
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
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Quote of the day:
"The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and
delicious. And why shouldn't it be? - it is the same the angels
breathe."
~Mark Twain
Comments (14)
:rock: That is actually me hanging on the leg of my dad in that profile pic...
I love to swing too. I agree we all need to be like a child again in more ways than one. Think I will join you with my eyes closed and soar a while myself:dance:
You really can lay it down, you write beautifully
That was my favorite poem as a little girl.
Swinging makes me motion sick nowadays. Bummer, I used to love it.
What a joy to behold! We sat on the bench in the warm spring sunshine. We watched you and your syblings romp at the park. It was a good day. Seeing you soar was a sweetness. Some moments are frozen in time to be taken out, looked at and enjoyed for years to come. Your telling of it was pure pleasure. We love you.
I love the poem and you and your writing and flowers and puppies :tongueout:
Beautifully done, Far_Skies:shake:
Great post! Hope you don't mind me stopping by! I am visiting from my friend, The Dreamr' s site. I really enjoyed this post. I am a kid at heart and I am NEVER growing up! :celebrate:
Stop by my "nest" sometime and say "hey"!
:birdie:
PS....I love your emoticons...:joker::tongueout::grin::bravo::eviltaunt::dance: :spinning::ROTFL:
Sorry, I couldn't help it!!! :bye:
Happy Spring.. have fun.
Another great post Cat. You are a talented writer and you have great ideas, ideas far wiser than your age would suggest.
I love swinging! I haven't in such a long time...maybe I will sometime soon.
In the Ballad of John Henry (one of my favorite Johnny Cash tunes) there is the line "Lord, what a swinger" :celebrate: . I tend to take it out of the context of the song and put it into the context of your blog. :bow: I spent a significant percentage of my life on a swingset... :celebrate: and it hasn't hurt me one bit :crazy: !
If one day I should ever meet you... this would be an awesome way to spend the time together! :yesmaster:
As children, my brothers and I used to swing as high as possible, then launch ourselves out of our seats. The freefall back to the earth was very brief, but thrilling nonetheless. We dreamed about being astronauts. Alternatively, we would release our grip on the chains as our seats reached the lowest (and fastest) point of the arc and fly straight forward across the tall grass in front of our swingset. The "race car driver" that flew the furthest won the race.
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