I had intended to write a very philosophical post about Easter, resurrection, and what the ideas of spring rebirth could mean to us today, other than the obvious religious ones. It just wasn’t coming together, so I looked at blog post suggestions from several websites. I didn’t get any specific ideas there, but while doing it an old favorite poem come to mind. So, I shall write about that. After all, we do need a bit of frivol in this unfrivolous time.
When I was very young, I had a swing which was a thick rope with a board seat hung from a limb of a black walnut tree in the front yard. I loved that swing. I could sit there for long times, singing to myself and making up stories with my imaginary playmates. I knew the “friends” weren’t real, but I enjoyed them. It was there that I began developing the imagination that has served me well over the years.
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