I’ve been very busy in the studio these days – working on several client projects that I will share at some point – but today, my mind is on my oldest grandson Damien, and my mom. Sometime during my childhood, mom wrote music to a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson:
The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside - Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown - Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
She would sing as she pushed her children higher and higher. I still hear her voice. And my heart becomes so full when I see my boy flying just as high.