Life is strung together by a fine thread; floating, bobbing, splashing. Most of the time it's about treading water to keep your nose 'just' above the surface. Life is a string of synchronized meetings and perhaps some happenstance. It all began with a little art desk spotted on the side of the road. Perfect, I thought for my six year old niece. Although I didn't buy the twenty dollar charmer at this yard sale, I did spy this vintage Red Cross swimming pin. My heart sank. I had earned one just like it years ago. Many years ago. I guess the 'Yardsailor' (Liberty speak for someone who hosts a yard sale and/or attends many yard sales often) noticed my joy and sighs. She came closer and whispered in my ear, 'You can have that. Take it.' I nearly jumped in her arms. Silly I know, but it was so familiar and nostalgic and aged just right. Carefully, I tucked it in my cotton pocket. Now the story comes full circle. My niece is taking swimming lessons. She is cautious and shy, yet she moves each day in a direction of earning 'Junior Swimmer'. Holding my breath she passes. Then she will receive this coveted pin (in a very special way).
Thursday 24 July 2008
Junior Swimmer
Life is strung together by a fine thread; floating, bobbing, splashing. Most of the time it's about treading water to keep your nose 'just' above the surface. Life is a string of synchronized meetings and perhaps some happenstance. It all began with a little art desk spotted on the side of the road. Perfect, I thought for my six year old niece. Although I didn't buy the twenty dollar charmer at this yard sale, I did spy this vintage Red Cross swimming pin. My heart sank. I had earned one just like it years ago. Many years ago. I guess the 'Yardsailor' (Liberty speak for someone who hosts a yard sale and/or attends many yard sales often) noticed my joy and sighs. She came closer and whispered in my ear, 'You can have that. Take it.' I nearly jumped in her arms. Silly I know, but it was so familiar and nostalgic and aged just right. Carefully, I tucked it in my cotton pocket. Now the story comes full circle. My niece is taking swimming lessons. She is cautious and shy, yet she moves each day in a direction of earning 'Junior Swimmer'. Holding my breath she passes. Then she will receive this coveted pin (in a very special way).
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4 comments:
hi liberty! I love this pin... also, just realized I have you in my reader, not on my blogroll. Just added you. xo Abbey
I clearly remember swimming lessons and the way my toes got all wrinkled up from walking around on the bottom of the shallow end of the pool.
Sweet. It's the little things, eh?
I also like how you keep changing your title page. Nifty!
awww...lovely blog, by the way.
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