Rock-a-by baby. That’s the first impulse. Soothe the small small being. Lulled. The brain gets surges of sweet momentum. And is eased.

Then … a little older: come the swings. Pump, push, pump, push! Higher. Higher. Higher. Back/forth. Back/forth. Wind in your hair. Floating off the ground. And your body surging one way and then the other. WHEEEE! Feel that lift. You remember.

You feel it now.

You get off the swing. And you are okay. All that sitting you were doing beforehand. Or whatever occupied you, that was less rhythmic, less floaty, less spacious – it’s left behind.

Remember swinging?

Just thinking about it… You feel it happening. Hmmmm.