On my way back from the track one day last week (much less impressive than it sounds), I cut through behind the elementary school where the playgrounds are. I’ve done this many times, but for some reason the set of empty swings caught my eye, hanging there all forlorn. (If you don’t think swings can look forlorn you weren’t there.) I remembered how much I loved swinging as a little girl. How I would often just swing and swing to my heart’s content.
I felt a nostalgic itch coming on. It’s been forever since I’ve been on a swing.
A thought about seizing the moments and enjoying life popped into my head.
Hey, why not.
Checking first to make sure no human being was within viewing distance, I ran over and plopped myself into the smooth black belt. My running shoes grated in the oval chasm worn in the mulch beneath. Grasping the chains (they felt familiar already) I pushed off and stuck my feet into the air, soaring up into the breeze.
Wow, I thought, pumping my legs, this is great! Now I really did remember why I had loved swinging so much. It felt so carefree. So happy. So alive.
The sky was blue and clear and the trees waved at me with their cool green leaves. The world was mine. And the troubles….well, what troubles?
I tried to think something lofty and spiritual to blog about the experience as I swung a little higher (laugh at me, would you), but all I could come up with was the silly grin on my face. I sheepishly tried to smother it and hoped earnestly that no one came around the corner just then. Imagine the mortification of a nearly twenty-one-year-old swinging on the playground? Savoring a few more to and fros, the very thought had me hopping back off the swing much sooner than I wanted, ridiculously invigorated all the same.
One of these days I’m going to find an empty swing all alone somewhere (alone – in the city) and just swing away into the blue sky and laugh to my heart’s content. Simple, but magical.
Life weighing you down? Find yourself a swing. Hop on. Soar away. Refresh.
You probably won’t have any profound revelations. You might even feel silly. But oh-so-delightful.

