your feet are not planted on the ground; some days they dangle in mid-air without the encumbered responsibility of transporting you from one place to another. Ahhh…the swing, an invention we take for granted, if only we had access to this subdued activity daily. Whether soaring alone or among others, the steady motion leaves you faltering into a spiritual reflection. Joyfully drowsy, unwary and disconnected…breathing in the crisp air that the new season brings and growing euphoric as the spectacular leaves blur in the distance. Does it get better than this kind of soaring? Before you know it the sun is down and your nest is a long way off. I’ve been delving into free hanging items lately and these are on my wish list. I think they should be ubiquitous in everyone’s nest and if they did make their way into my nest, I most certainly wouldn’t take them for granted. Happy Swinging!