Lifetimes of Friendship in a Rocking Chair
My dear friend Liz gifted me a rocking chair for my first daughter’s birth. This chair is from a thrift store, looks dated; to the average eye, it’s nothing fancy. It’s not even that comfortable; I placed a pillow on top of the seat. But it glides smoothly like silk. It has been the rhythm of both of my daughters’ preparation for rest. It has been my sanctuary for quiet bonding amidst Covid, divorce, and moving across the country. I still use this piece of furniture every night, over five years later, after it was gifted to me by my dear friend. This chair taught me routine in parenthood. It’s where I blossomed as a mother as I discovered my tender sleep-time songs. It’s where I learned that babies respond to breathwork and being in rhythm with their mothers. The rocking was my escape, where I learned what I carefully wanted to say to my daughters at the end of their days. It’s a place in my home I always loved going to—the moments of time where I choose my last rock before parting with my baby. The ultimate non-guilty time where I put my children to rest, their final connection of the day before sleep.
I don’t talk with Liz as much as I’d like. I don’t see her nearly as much as my heart calls for. I know we desire our closeness and feel a bond that is just a little more than other connections. I know that she and I have had sisterhood-type past lives. I know in this life our higher selves chose to cross paths. Our overlap in this life was seemingly brief, but in hindsight, not so much. We lived together in a house full of girls as roommates in college. For maybe five years, we closely overlapped. During those years, I knew there was history between us; I still feel it today. And sometimes that’s how it goes—those special souls you come down with over and over, overlapping for just a brief period but making the biggest impacts. Just a handful of years in this lifetime together triggered a remembering, a knowing, of love built over lifetimes of time spent together. Bridging our energy through time and space, making the universe feel small in one moment of shared laughter.
She gifted me an item that bridges us together on one of the deepest levels. Every night, her energy is with me. Energetically this brings us together, making me realize despite the states between us, we really aren’t apart at all.
This chair was given to me by someone who loves me. It was the grounded intention with which this chair was given to me that made it a space where I chose to get to know my own inner mother. It wasn’t about the best chair on the market or the nicest fabric. It was a gift from the heart, and it remains one of the highest vibrational items in my home because of it.
To the average unawakened eye, this chair would look out of place. It doesn’t match the material consistency of my home decor. But to an energy reader, they would know this chair fits perfectly and is a cherished piece. They would know it’s a piece of furniture I would grieve to part with. And the best part is, my dear friend Liz has the matching pair to this old rocking chair set. She, too, rocks her children to sleep in the same chair to the same smooth sway.
What is your rocking chair? Who is your Liz?
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