swing, swing, swing

It's such a simple, ordinary thing... a mere repetitive movement, a swing. Yet it is also full of potential, taking flight with a little push... inspiring imagination. 

The girls can spend hours engaging their bodies in the to and fro momentum... whether fast or slow, eyes open or eyes closed, voices singing or voices silent, legs straight and legs bent... touching the sky with a feeling of freedom, lightness and surrender to the possibilities. 

Anaïs adores swinging with her eyes closed these days

The Swing

by Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

River and trees and cattle and all

Over the countryside–

Till I look down on the garden green,

Down on the roof so brown–

Up in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down!