While taking a break from writing I decided to drive over to a lovely spot on the bay with parking and benches, and most important for me, trees for shade. While I was sitting there decompressing, I noticed the children playing at the playground nearby. I found myself totally engaged in the joy of the children on the swings. Squealing, jumping, laughing, wanting to go higher and highter. I remembered days when the need for  a prayerful space and time would overtake me, and I would search out a swing at a nearby park. Then there were memories of joyful abandonment, freedom, trust and a glorious experience of space and time. I often wondered if that was the way a soul felt when lost in God. I guess I have misplaced a little bit of my child's heart. Today, I would feel conspicuous on a child's swing. That's sad, at least for me. It signifies that I need to do some soul work and regain the sense of joy in myself. Maybe the two-seater swing in the backyard would be a good place to start.