If Wishes Were Swings….

Tempestuous, torrid, testing, too much….or as they say in France terribleh.

The past two weeks have been hard to cope with. Dealing with grief is hard, especially when you are beset with a lot of grief-inducing situations at once.

And if dealing with losing dear people in my life wasn’t enough, on top of it all we are selling our stake in the bar. The newly-opened bar. One of my husbandโ€™s partners assaulted him. Assaulted. Because is a drunken fool. I can say no more because it is in the hands of the lawyers but I now know this to be true –

Money (or the potential taste of it) = the true colours of a person= get away from that person as soon as you can= run for your life and don’t look back.

I shouldnโ€™t be shocked, part of me is made up of a diehard cynic, but the other part, the part that constantly searches for kindness and hope and the nature of a dreamer is appalled. And saddened. Oh, the games people play….

Sometimes you think you canโ€™t take any more of the sadness and the grieving and the feeling of being let down. It seems like the world is doused in shadow. And then you see something. A simple thing, but it changes everything.

I saw a pink swing hanging from a tree. Out in the street in front of a house with a turquoise door. The swing was so pink and so unexpected that I thought I had possibly lapsed into a spate of daydreaming or had stepped into the pages of a picture book.

As I stopped and gazed at the swing a little girl with mud on her face and a rip in her red tights came out of the house with the turquoise door and climbed onto the swing. She began to swing back and forth, back and forth.

I thought she hadn’t seen me but after several swings she spoke.

‘You can make wishes on this swing,’ she said.

‘What do you wish for?’ I asked.

And this is where the magic of seeing the swing, of finding it, of feeling entranced by the pinkness of it, took over and crystallised into the shape of hope and dreams right there on the street. I expected the little girl to wish for toys, an iPhone, fancy clothes, even money, but this is what she said –

‘I wish all the animals in the world would have someone to love them and that nobody would hurt them.’

‘I wish people wouldn’t get sick and would always get better.’

‘I wish everyone in the world had enough to eat.’

‘I wish the trees would grow all over the planet.’

‘I wish mummies wouldn’t cry cause they were lonely…’

How does a child, a five year old child have the sense of empathy and the maturity to wish for such things? How does she have the wisdom?

Her name was Emily. She had on a nice corduroy dress with flowers on it; her hair was neatly brushed, but she had a dirty face. And a talent for making wishes.

Just when you think the world is going to hell in a handbasket along comes Emily, bringing out the sun.

‘Everyone should have a swing for wishes,’ said Emily as I waved goodbye.

‘And everyone should meet an Emily at least once in their lifetime,’ I thought.

If swings were wishes….

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35 thoughts on “If Wishes Were Swings….

  1. Wow Selma, I’m so so sorry your hubby has to give up his dream. How terrible to be assaulted over money.

    But Emily, dear Emily will never know how she’s touched your life! I could see and hear her plain as day as you described her swing, the door, her dirt smudged face. A true old soul in such an achingly young body. I’m so glad you made her acquaintance.

    I do hope things improve for you both. Seems like the good people are the ones that get shit on the most.
    Xoxoxo

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    1. The last few weeks have been incredibly hard, Cathy. I won’t lie. But onward and upward…it’s the only possible option. Emily cheered me up no end. Sometimes little angels appear from out of nowhere…..

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  2. I love this, Selma, with its pink swing, turquoise door, and wise little girl with a dirty face. I’m so sorry for all the sadness you’re feeling, and that your husband’s dream has turned out to be a nightmare. It does sound like getting out as fast as possible is the right move. But I’m so glad you met an Emily to lift your spirits. I hope all her dreams, and yours, come true.

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    1. You never know what lies around the corner, Patti – good or bad. Someone said to me that it’s not how you are in the good times but how you are in the bad times that counts. I’m trying to take that on board and keep things in perspective. I feel a change has to come soon. It’s long overdue ๐Ÿ˜€

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  3. Oh Selma. First of all HUGS. Second – you DO have the most remarkable talent for finding messages from the universe. I think because your heart is open to it. Much love. Now I’m off to find a swing so I can make some wishes for you.

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    1. Make sure you make some wishes for yourself too, Jen. I do look for the messages because I cannot let myself believe life is all bad stuff. I won’t believe that. Thank goodness the messages come, otherwise I would feel quite lost. Thank you for your beautiful hugs xxxx

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  4. Hi Selma

    this is a great post – it affirms that shadow and light are present in an inextricable weave, everywhere, at every level. But not everyone can spot the affirmation of light in the darkness. You can….

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    1. Anne! Your comment means so much to me. I think that too. I think that even in the dark, the light is there. It has to be. I am truly grateful I can still see it. Thank you for saying that ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

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  5. Sorry to hear about the troubles there.

    I like how you make lemonade out of the lemons in this post–giving us all something valuable to think about.

    I hope that little girl excels and becomes a world leader.

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    1. Could you imagine a world run by someone like Emily, Slamdunk? It would be the best world in the universe. It makes me smile just to think about it. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  6. Ah…and they say there are not angels left on earth…what a wonderful post…it shall stay with me for sometime…many thanks for sharing your story.

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    1. I think there are still angels left, slpmartin. I have encountered one or two of them. They have left quite an impression. All is not lost….

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  7. Oh No – your poor hubby and you! Though better to get out now before the investment in time and love becomes even greater. Must be so disappointing though ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Children often have a natural empathy that gets driven out of them when older – that’s why we must hang onto the child inside of us all – what a lovely little girl on the pink swing – a vision for the future. If you need anything Selma just give us a hoy!

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      1. We are really disappointed, Gabe, but people changed so quickly the alarm bells began to ring and we could see it just wasn’t going to work. We have found it hard but we just have to suck it up and move forward. Children do have that natural empathy, don’t they? I agree that it’s so important to hang onto the child inside of us all – it helps us get through things. What? I can’t have Shirl? Not fair. Haha. ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜†
        Thanks for your kindness, Gabe โ™ฅ

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  8. I’ve found this, too! When the moon is in the seventh house of crap, you just go for a walk, and someone like Emily comes along.

    My Emily was an old couple I met while walking by a huge field.

    ‘This used to be a farm, you know! We both used to work there. They didn’t like it when they dug up the hedges’

    ‘Who didn’t?’

    ‘The birds! We can’t talk to them, of course, but they can talk to us. All you have to do is learn to listen.’

    I never saw them again, and nobody I spoke to afterwards knew them. So, I sometimes wonder ….

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    1. ‘When the moon is in the 7th house of crap…..’ I love that. What would I do without you and your positive outllook, Travelrat? You have a gift for cheering me up!

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      1. I owe that one to my friend, Shannon Hurst Lane! A lovely lady; there’s a link to her site in my blogroll.

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  9. That is so bitter sweet. I am so sorry about you guys having to sell your stake in the bar. I hope you both bounce back soon. My wishes are with you.
    As for Emily – we have a dreamer, a humanist and a freethinker in her! Hope her kind increases and the world might be a better place.

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    1. Business dealings can turn people into monsters, Roshan. I have learnt that the hard way. I am sure we will be fine. Emily was a really special kid. And you are so right – the world would definitely be a better place if there were more like her!

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  10. My dear friend, I am so sorry to learn of the heartache and disappointment you are experiencing. I was only gone for a few days… I will keep you and your family in my thoughts.

    Your encounter with Emily was beautiful and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it with us. It fills my heart to know that despite the pain others can inflict on us, there are those who use words and actions to heal those injuries and give us hope.

    Love you.

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    1. Knowing you are there helps me so much, Karen. It helps me to know that there are still good people and little angels out there. I can get through anything with them around. I love you too xxx

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  11. I have noticed since I first ‘met’ you that you have a talent for seeing things that may appear ordinary to others, but when you see them, they take on an extra dimension. Your Emily probably doesn’t say that to just anyone, I bet!

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    1. What a lovely thing to say, Stafford. It’s weird but a lot of people really open up to me. I don’t really know why. Perhaps it’s because I am genuinely interested in their stories. I don’t know. It’s a part of my life I really enjoy. Keeps me going….

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  12. This is the finest piece I’ve read in some time Selma ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m so sorry for the bar disappointment, I will hope that there is a bigger picture here that will make the hardship worth it and bring you both only good things.

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