I spent this past week in Clarkdale, Arizona. Near the house I was staying at, there was a small park with a slide, a jungle gym and a swing set. On my last day there, I decided to go on a stroll. Inevitably, my feet carried me to the park. I hopped into a swing and began pushing myself into the air. Soon, my feet were in the clouds.
I’m a firm believer in the healing power of swinging, and, of course, any kind of youthful, whimsical activity. This was some much needed playtime, to say the least.