Floating just above the soil feels invigorating and relaxing all the same. The moment I reach the top and fall backwards reminds me of the risks we take in life, unknowing of the outcome, yet willing to go with the flow. The more we surrender, the less we think; letting the wind brush us free of all that holds us back.
As the rhythm finds its way to my legs and arms the higher I go, with less effort. Out of sync and struggling to find a pace, the height of the swing remains low and choppy. If only I can lean back, feel the sturdiness of the the ropes in my hands and the board holding me up, I can stretch my body, allowing the connection to take place. In this moment I am able to find my internal rhythm, reseting all that may have been stagnant.
What is your reset?