Rocking Chair Restoration

One of my earliest memories is of my Nana holding and rocking me in my mom and dad’s living room rocking chair.

Rocker at BSB
On the back porch at Blu Saige Books

Life is defined as the presence of energy in its many intricate and brilliantly complex forms.  I am just a traveler and observer here, carving out and exploring the many beautiful ways in which to live my life to its fullest.

Rhythmic rocking is incredibly healing for the body and soul. One of my favorite portions of a session is when I have the opportunity to rock my client on the massage table. It takes the body and emotions off High Alert status and eases us back in to a time when we were rocked and soothed as babies. It is an exceptionally gentle experience and I highly recommend it for everyone. When I am on my own, though, I find calm restoration through rocking in one of my rocking chairs. One of my earliest memories is of my Nana holding and rocking me in my mom and dad’s living room rocking chair. I can still hear the soft creaking of the floor joist beneath the rocker, her quiet two-tone humming, and the ticking of the schoolhouse clock on the wall behind us in an otherwise silent house. To this day I can still hum those same tones without skipping a beat.

Besides rocking, I have a fondness for finding promise in old things that nourish the spirit. I find sentimental value in just about anything, including furniture. I acquired this rocker in the photo above from a friend of mine whose wife collected timeworn rocking chairs before she passed away. About the time of her passing, I was on the hunt for appropriate seating for my bookshop and my friend offered a few of the rockers he had sitting idle in their barn. Bingo. This baby was a little rough, but she fit the bill with my carpenter savvy dad, a little TLC, and some weather-proof black paint. This was one of five rockers I had scattered about the nooks and crannies of the shop. It proved to be a valuable asset on the back deck as it provided a beautiful view of the lake for any book browser or weary traveler to park their rear end for a bit.

The shop has since come and gone, but the rocking chair stayed with me.  She had split her seat due to the heat of the southern-exposure on the deck and her joints suffered aches and pains on the cool, damp days here in Western New York. She was a solid rocker nonetheless and I knew my dad could bring her back to life when he had time to spare.

Fast forward three years and my dad was up to the task this past Summer of stripping off the weather-proof black paint along with the grit and grime of many years’ worth of love and use.  Her weather worn seat was carefully reassembled and Dad used his fine eye and gentle touch to sand her down before staining and sealing.  I’d get updates on the phone every now and then as to how the rocker was coming and I’d hear a soft click of his tongue as he would share, “It’s a fine rocker. She’s looking really good.”

The rocking chair is back in Findley Lake now and makes her home in the room where I offer energy work and consultations with my clients. Oh, and Nana is still with us too at the feisty age of 90, but I think I’m a little too big to sit on her lap in this rocker. She has had a chance to sit in this beauty and share a cup of coffee with me though.  Perhaps I’ll ask her to hum for me next time she’s up visiting.

Newly restored in my healing room

Until next time, I offer these words of wisdom for better or for worse.  Please take them with a grain of salt, for we each live our own individual truths.  Our mission while we are here is to understand, accept, and celebrate that one very simple, but incredibly significant fact.  For all this I am grateful.

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