When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


When I was little, there was a friendly old swingset in our backyard.  It waited patiently for the long northern winter season to pass each year so that it could once again provide a comfortable place for us children to play and laugh, and dream our big dreams under the warmth of a bright blue summer sky.  My brothers and I passed many happy hours there, pumping our legs wildly to swing higher and higher, pulling hard on the rope handles to hang our heads back so far they almost swept the ground, flinging our sandals off our tanned little feet high into the air.  We were young, and carefree, and giddy with the absolute freedom of summer and sunshine and life.  When I think back to those days on the swings, I still sometimes believe that I can fly....


The swingset beckoned to the boys tonight after dinner.  It was an absolutely beautiful evening, filled with the gentler rays of the sun, a light breeze in the trees, and the lovely sounds of birds chirping their last melodies of the day.  Noah and Will each chose their favourite swing, and in no time at all, they were flying through the air, laughing and calling greetings to each other as they passed back and forth, flinging their shoes off their feet towards the sky, revelling in the feeling of air rushing freely past their smiling faces and bare toes.

As I watched the boys' gleeful antics this evening in a backyard almost 800 kilometres from the one where my old swingset stood , I wondered what dreams Noah and Will were dreaming up there in the endless sky.  I marvelled at how swings still have the power to make me incredibly happy, even all these years later, though now for completely different reasons.  For as long as there are children in the world, I hope that there will always be swings, to give them a place to play and laugh and be carefree, and to let them believe, even for a little while, that they can fly....

1 comment:

  1. ". . . and to let them believe, even for a little while, that they can fly...."

    . . . this is so beautiful. I, too, hope for this and I hope that their dreams to fly remain for all of their lives. . .