Forever and always suspending, stretching, swaying and swinging. From the moment I spotted this place, a heart-cry from within overcame me…swings! One on every level within the interior—at ground level, a rope swing and up here, gymnastic rings in repeated use. It didn’t stop there. I installed four outdoors swings: a saucer swing, a surf swing, a standard park swing with a petal pink seat, a fringy hanging porch swing with an accompanying pair of fringy hammocks for lounging or napping all to suit our ever-changing moods. I’d like to say, I’ve captured the antidote for boredom, not that I think there ought to be one. In fact, I have been wanting to cultivate boredom in my nest…I’m making it a come back just as I remembered it in my childhood days, spurring creative play and ingenuity whether alone, with my siblings or the squad on my block. These days the opportunity for boredom is an endangered phenomenon with screens and devices from birth…we don’t stand a chance for tilling the grounds of our minds and unearthing our imagination or discovering our authentic selves. Imagination, the first faculty of man…we all have it, all the while churning. We become and we enact on whatever we conjure up…grow your innocence and guard it from all distractions. Sense boredom, it’s the way to the whispers of the heart where the wildest of our imagination dwells. Did you know your heart has its own mind? I figured it out while swinging on these rings.