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The Wonder Child

   Wed, November 2, 2005 - 10:36 AM
I can never tell where inspiration is going to come from but it's always a treat to be surprised it when it does. The other day it was delivered by a four-year old girl on a swing. Who knew?

I was on my way to the very adult act of Grocery Shopping (I know it’s unglamorous but even Goddesses need to eat once in a while) when I spotted all swing sets and the fun-looking jungle gym in the park on the way. I was feeling super inspired so I parked my car and shared the swing set with this adorable little girl. Hmm, dark-haired, wearing pink, and loving the swing set -- where have I seen this before? It was like some little aspect of myself had broken out and gone external.

She was already swinging pretty high when I started out. We kept up with each other for a while but I couldn’t resist going so high, I got a little light-headed. She lost interest in me by then, focused instead on the balloons in the vicinity that were for her cousin’s birthday party at the picnic table a few yards away. By the time I came down, she was my audience once again. She noticed (and busted me on the fact that) I was dragging my feet in the sand to slow down. This girl was a purist! She’s like, “You can’t do that.” I just laughed to myself. Yes, even the bossiness reminded me of myself.

I think the best part of the whole experience is when I went to leave. She got up to take my swing, telling me it “went higher” than hers and would I mind giving her a push? So I did. I pushed her until she was high enough for me not to fear a lawsuit and then I went back to the car. I looked back and saw a past self of mine, at four years old, swinging on a swing, wearing pink, and not caring about anything but the party in front of me.



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Wed, November 2, 2005 - 12:31 PM
right on girl... you rock... :)
thanks for the reminder, cuz somewhere there's a little curly-headed girl swinging that i need to remember too...
Wed, November 2, 2005 - 2:13 PM
Wow...those days seem so far away to me... almost as if they never existed. Perhaps they never did?
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Thu, November 3, 2005 - 11:38 PM
I've always looked at the swings as a perfect metaphor for life. You move yet go nowhere, forward and backward. The world changing before your eyes constantly but not really, only your point of view. A perfect (dare I say it) pendulum. It's exciting, yet secure. You can go as high as you like, we all
make our own choice. Of course you always swung for the sky, it was your indomitable spirit. Just keep on swingin' for the sky.