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any landing you can walk away from...

higher
higher
giggles
stirring the air
like
ice cubes
 in lemonade
outstretched
 red mary janes
frantically
 kicking clouds
farther
farther
to destinations
 in need of shower
curious hands
gripping chains
tighter
tighter
eyes full of
daring
squinting
winking jokingly
into the sun
patches of freckles
blooming
merrily along
"I'm singing about swinging!"
"I'm singing about flying!"
reaching altitude
amazing
pit of the stomach
dropping
feeling
eyes
closing
 courageous heart
pounding
anxious hands
pulling back
loosening grip
breaking free
letting go
leaping
soaring
smiling
touching down
landing
laughing
"I'm alive!"
Peace ~ Rene

Comments

  1. Brian MillerMarch 15, 2010 at 10:02 PM

    jumping off the swing was always such a trill...

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  2. chocolatecovereddaydreams.blogspot.comMarch 15, 2010 at 11:54 PM

    I remember the feeling so well. It was like jumping out of an airplane!

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  3. Casey FreelandMarch 16, 2010 at 12:39 AM

    That's exactly how my cousin broke her arm. :)

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  4. Cygnus MacLlyrMarch 16, 2010 at 1:53 AM

    I cannae tell if the structure looks like a twisted
    a.)skein... or
    b.)a really, really good dog-leg...

    Slainte, Lady Rene...

    C.

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  5. Wendyburd1March 16, 2010 at 3:39 AM

    For some reason red mary janes is what stuck most in my head...hmmm. No they would never go with anything I wear!! Unless...oh drat!

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  6. ♥ BrajaMarch 16, 2010 at 3:54 AM

    Ah, that was priceless, that memory :)

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  7. PearlMarch 16, 2010 at 10:48 AM

    I'm singing about swinging!
    I'm singing about flying!

    :-)

    That's what work needs: a playground -- and recess.

    Pearl

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  8. Enchanted OakMarch 16, 2010 at 8:20 PM

    I like Pearl's idea. Let's invent recess at work, and have a playground. Well put memory, Rene

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  9. savannahMarch 17, 2010 at 2:18 PM

    came over from pearl's, sugar and i am soooooo glad i did! y'alls warning is priceless! "i'm alive" sums it up for me, honey! xoxoxox

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  10. M. Denise C.March 17, 2010 at 5:31 PM

    Yes, adults need more playtime and playgrounds. I have seen stories on the news lately of workout groups that do some of the things we used to do in grade school P.E. like kickball, two square, and other fun stuff . . .

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  11. GinnyMarch 17, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    This is great, Rene! "I'm alive." Wonderful words at any age.

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  12. The GrandpaMarch 19, 2010 at 9:02 AM

    Wonderfully free.

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  13. BethMarch 21, 2010 at 7:20 PM

    I've been out of the loop. I love your new? layout and your prose, and have yet more praise for your Warning - words that flow freely both to and from my heart.
    Thank you for being here.

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