"But there is something about Time.
The sun rises and sets.
The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade.
Clouds fill with rain and snow,
empty themselves, and fill again.
The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn.
Around millions of clocks swing hour hands,
and minute hands, and second hands.
Around goes the continual circle of the notes
of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day,
the circle of weeks forever revolving,
and of months, and of years."
— Madeleine L'Engle
11x15" watercolor paper, fabric, photos, ephemera
My younger daughter (8) could swing for hours. When she was younger it was one of the places that granted instant calm, euphoria. When she was a toddler, in the baby swing, she would kick off her shoes and laugh when they fell at random. We have rhymes that we say when she swings. She likes me to push her, although she knows how to keep going once I give the first push. Legs out, up! Legs back, down.
Where is your happy place?