Dear Why Team member,
Above is a picture of my most cherished material possession.
It is the rocking chair in which my mother rocked and sang to me as a baby. It is also the chair I rocked in on the day of her funeral and the chair I have returned to time and again to rock myself when life has rocked me. There is something understandably comforting to me in the rocking rhythm of this particular rocking chair. When I get rocked, it's nice to be rocked in it. Since my mother's passing in May, just...
...days before Mother's Day, now, more than at any other time in my life, I am left to rock myself. This chair has become more than a chair, of course, it's also a bridge connecting my past to my present and future. It provides perspective at times when perspective is lost or forgotten. Just as the chair rocks forward and back, its rhythm is a reminder that all that rises falls; life just keeps rocking whether we're in its rhythm or not.
Accepting or resisting life certainly affects our experience of life. I hope one day to be an old man rocking my grandson and/or granddaughter in this very chair. Maybe it will be a family heirloom passed down through the generations, or maybe one day it will simply fuel a fire to warm another. Open to the possibilities, observing the passing of time, relaxing into the flow and rhythm of life is no doubt a way for really rocking with all that life brings our way.
Get rocked, be rocked, sit in the rhythm of it. Enjoy more fully the moment, grateful for what has been and what will be, and for any bridge you have that helps you reconnect to the majesty and the wonder of life.
Could the rocking chair give new meaning to rock-it fuel and to rockin' it? Hmm
Consider your favorite rocking chair, or acquiring one that may become the next family heirloom; may rocking in it help you rock-it, for you and those you seek to serve.
Make it a great week,