Swings...

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved swings. I have memories running with giggles and glee into my local park and racing my brothers to the swings. They are the safe space to be perfectly uninhibited. To live life with utter abandon – even if only for several moments - they feel like the closest thing to flying. As an adult I often find solace in a swing, it makes me smile, a place of nostalgia, of peace and joy. A place to sort my thoughts - to rejuvenate and reconnect and be surrounded by nature.

So, when the swings were taken away, I felt a little unstable and a little sad. The frames that remained looked desolate, and abandoned, trapped in the barricades that surrounded them. The swings were gone but the frames were still there. Perhaps a manifestation of the potential and hope we hold for something better to come… or maybe I’m just projecting. Either way, this week is the week the swings were returned…and strangely this it what makes me feel that things are going to be okay.