Wednesday, April 06, 2016

Running uphill

Nestled beyond the grandly dilapidated, beautiful decay of the Callan Park buildings are rugby ovals, cricket pitches, and soccer fields. Georgie had soccer training at one of these fields last week and not only did she play a spontaneous hide-n-seek game amongst the pine trees and unmowed grass during a rain break but at the end of practice hurridley trudged up this little but very steep hillside. There she was, clad in her cleats and Bucky Badger tshirt hustling to the top. And then rolling back down, which of course makes me think of the Little House on the Prairie closing credits. I am pretty sure that all kids in the 1980s rambled down hillsides no matter the natural hazards thanks to the Ingalls children.

But of course, it is also the fiery, shimmering words of Kate Bush that come to mind. Utterly timeless, and applicable to real life. Keep running, be running, or still running is a touchstone of mine.

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
See if I only could, oh