Summoned to the rocking chair

I don’t usually like doing more than 1 post in a day, but this is notable.

So when I decided to go do yoga, I did it in my parent’s sun room. My mom uses the sun room to paint a lot of times, so there wasn’t a whole lot of space on the table. I moved her drawing book off a stool I set my lap top up on it, and proceeded to move the rocking chair to the side for more room on the carpet. The second I touched it, there was a plume of deja vu. The rocking chair I moved was had a thick chestnut colored base and had a tan woven back and seat. It was the EXACT rocking chair that was in my dream last night. I’ve been having a lot of trouble remembering my dreams lately, but when I moved it I remembered in part of my dream there was a rocking chair and I was rearranging a room.

Toward the last 4 minutes of my yoga/recovery video, I really started to feel a release and I got emotional. Like something was being pulled out of me each time I contracted and released my breath. Maybe I dreamt that rocking chair because George was waiting for me to be next to him in the sun room tonight. We used to do workout videos together, and laugh about our flaws and inflexibility. We always joked that if we were to have children, they would be flexibility challenged. Once I finished the video and had my moment, I felt accomplished and at peace. Was this a sign? I hope so. I really want to feel him.

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About J.

Fitness professional, fitness & nutrition writer, widowed at 28. Writing about getting through grief through self-care, physical activity, and the ​constant feeling of being uncomfortable.
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