Every week we gather. We come together to eat, to laugh and to share life. It is that day of the week that we as friends set aside to just be. The setting is a beautiful farm house in California overlooking green pastures with open rooms and lofted ceilings. We cram ourselves into the kitchen, make our coffee, feast on the most beautiful display of food and then we settle. We settle into a circle of seating that includes a collection of cozy sofas and oversized chairs. But what gets me every week, are “those chairs”. The his and hers chairs that join the circle of seating. They look out of place, a bit tattered and worn but perfect at the same time.
I can remember the first week we gathered together. The chatter was loud and constant, as it should be when you gather a group of friends and add coffee. We were busy catching up and thrilled to be under one roof together in the middle of the craziness of our week. We ate, consumed way too much coffee and moved to the beautiful living room to continue connecting. To take some time to just breathe as girlfriends. However, in the midst of the girl talk, it took no time at all for many of us to notice the chairs….”those chairs”. It was evident they were a story to be told and we were anxious to hear and ready to listen.
Those chairs told the story of mom and dad. They were his and her chairs. They were the place they would sit, share conversation, read the paper, rest and connect. Dad was no longer alive and mom’s time was inching to the finish line. These chairs were tattered from use, from memories created and from moments shared. They were not just a place to sit, they were a picture of something far more beautiful.
What chair reflects the story of you? What chair is it that will tell your story. You need "that chair”…. The chair that will become a picture of moments and memories of mom, of dad and of you. Find something beautiful to write your story. Find “that chair” and hold onto it!