The Rocking Chair

A perfectly quiet weekend that some would probably see as a boring one.  To me, it was much needed time to think, reflect, spend time with the dogs, take a few naps and recharge my inner batteries.  We spent time on the front porch for the first time this year and watched the world go by.

For me there's just something about sitting in a rocking chair in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Maybe it's from seeing too many movies or reading too many books. Or maybe it's just because I'm overly sentimental because my siblings and I used to love to do it at my Grandfather's house when I was growing up.  Whatever the reason, for me sitting on a porch in a rocking chair and rocking is therapeutic--I find the repetition of it all soothing rather than monotonous.  In thinking about it, I guess that it's probably much the same way that runners feel with the repeated motion of their feet hitting the pavement.  My mind really benefited from just sitting, rocking, mulling over the weeks events, letting the thoughts and feelings come to the surface and be put into perspective or to just let them go.    

It all really helped. And of course the dogs helped too--With a face like Todd's (below) how could it not?? But I think I'm ready to rejoin the human race.

I hope you had a good weekend too.  

~Annie~