returning........

“And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” 

 T.S. Eliot

As a young child,

I spent hour upon hour,

out behind my grandfather's house,

swinging in an old tire swing,

sailing to the sky,

twirling and kicking,

underneath that old oak tree

right beside the railroad tracks.

I'd watch as the train cars went by,

see the passenger car

and

wonder

where they were going,

what they did

who they were

and

as quickly as they passed

I'd be back at it again,

swinging

and

dreaming

and imagining

all the while

taking in the wonder of leaves,

feeling the grass under my feet,

staring at the clouds

and

thinking about the places I might go

someday.

Living in a chaotic world

gives rise

to a longing deep within...

a longing to return

for just a few short minute,

to be carefree,

to sit

for an hour or so

stare at the sky,

kick

my feet

and

return to a place

of long ago

when time

went slow and being

was easy....

It looks inviting,

I'll say that for sure....

being that is...

next time I pass...

I'm gonna stop

and

be....

just for a few minutes...

that is...

Stop and breath and swing and rest

hump day is over...

weekend is coming...

blessings

and

hugs..