This Fringed Swing
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
First it was the rings, next the rebounder, then the balance boards and weighted hula hoop. A year ago I was willing to make myself stronger with a few minutes of a daily routine. In a new place, I switched … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
and the sweetest thing swinging in it.
Clear as a bell, this has been curatively the most profound activity in our nest. Something about a swinging pendulum, shifting back and forth that taps into our neural correlates…it’s transformational. Life looks different after a few whirls. Building and … Continue reading
Whilst we are here, we believe we can fly. This row of rings does not require energy if approached efficiently, yet each ring grants us the momentum to propel us to the next ring carrying us onto an opportune lifeline, … Continue reading