Friday, November 28, 2008
Ontogeny, examined.
I love swings, I think it's the way my feet feel traveling through the air, the way the wind feels on my face, it feels... uplifting. As I sat on the swings near my apartment today, I was reminded of how I used to sit on the creaky seesaw-swing hybrid in our sideyard, singing songs and talking to myself in the warm afternoon heat. And I wonder if we can cultivate solitude, if it is something I nurtured, something I chose to keep company with, because even in the vague recollections of my everyday childhood, I remember feeling alone. And maybe that's where it began, in the seeds of my childhood, in my imaginary friends and the voices I gave them, in warm afternoons on swings.
sherry @ 11:58:00 pm
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