This one hit home! I don't have a chair, but I have a corner of our couch that serves the same purpose. I feel positively uncomfortable as soon as I see someone else grab my spot. No other place on the couch will do!
Just beautiful, David. My Dad had a chair like that in my childhood home where his memories resided, in every furnishing that's 30, 40, 60 years old. Outside, was the bed of my Mom's rose garden, replanted with other flowers now, yet still containing for him until his last day, those pink and red and coral buds and blossoms, long after they've fallen to dust, no more dead to him than the hands that tended them, the drops of blood they sometimes drew.
Dad would sit in that old beat up recliner and watch his favorite sports, while around him were the artifacts of love never lost, triumphs and defeats, as well as the living laughter of what little family remained and the friends he held dear. Burying my Dad was tough, his leaving us not long after his 101st birthday, but watching that chair being taken from his home for charity brought tears anew.
To perceive energy in the animate and inanimate is to become aware of multi dimensional realities in which we exist… in all creation. I know this “chaiir”. Thx David!
This one hit home! I don't have a chair, but I have a corner of our couch that serves the same purpose. I feel positively uncomfortable as soon as I see someone else grab my spot. No other place on the couch will do!
Brigid
12 min ago
Just beautiful, David. My Dad had a chair like that in my childhood home where his memories resided, in every furnishing that's 30, 40, 60 years old. Outside, was the bed of my Mom's rose garden, replanted with other flowers now, yet still containing for him until his last day, those pink and red and coral buds and blossoms, long after they've fallen to dust, no more dead to him than the hands that tended them, the drops of blood they sometimes drew.
Dad would sit in that old beat up recliner and watch his favorite sports, while around him were the artifacts of love never lost, triumphs and defeats, as well as the living laughter of what little family remained and the friends he held dear. Burying my Dad was tough, his leaving us not long after his 101st birthday, but watching that chair being taken from his home for charity brought tears anew.
Thank you, Brigid. Great memory. Oddly, my father never had a chair. His was a "spot" on the couch that no one ever sat in but him.
To perceive energy in the animate and inanimate is to become aware of multi dimensional realities in which we exist… in all creation. I know this “chaiir”. Thx David!