I have this thing for rockers. No, not the Rock-n-Roll type rockers (but yes, I am one). I’m talking about rocking chairs. I do so many things during the course of a day without realizing that I am doing them. One biggie is movement. I am a Yarnie (i.e., One who works with yarn crafts) and can be found working on a project almost every day. I recently noticed that while I am working on a project, I am rocking, or my foot is rocking.
The only rocker in our home that I remember as a child was an antique glider rocker. It was so beautiful that mom would not let anyone touch it. You could get an immediate slap just for playing too close to it. We were farm kids, so our play area was not as important as the play itself. Can’t tell you how many times my sister and I got a smack for getting to close to it. Once we ran into it and that put us in separate chairs, staring at the ceiling for the whole morning. It was excruciatingly painful just to sit!
I’m not sure where exactly my love for the rocker came from, I know I can’t go a day without one. There is something so soothing about knitting or crocheting, while I am rocking. My grandmother on my dad’s side was a baker (explains a ton about his love of cooking and my sister’s addiction). My grandmother on my mom’s side died when I was very young. I don’t remember what her passion may have been. My mom insisted that I learn how to knit my very first year in 4-H. She knew how to crochet and always wanted to learn to knit, but never did. She was good at making sure her girls knew how to do things that she never had the opportunity to do (like playing the piano but that is whole other torture).
It may have happened because I was so young and it was something to share, just mom and I. I think I have this thing about the way the yarn feels. My hands are not very big, so manipulation of the yarn is one of the few things in my life that I can control (yes, I am a control freak). I used to hold the yarn in my left hand, but when I lost half of that index finger, I thought I was going to have to give up my passion. I taught myself how to use the other hand. Takes a bit longer but it worked. Since the amputation (6/2014) I have also taught myself a ton of different ways to hold the yarn. I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.
There is a certain kind of peace that goes along with rocking. On several occasions, I have found myself rocking to the rhythm of my yarn working. Most times I do not even have to count or pay attention to the stitches I am working. It becomes a type of “Zen” world for me.
My hope for you this new year is that you can find a comfortable old rocking chair somewhere, sit back in it for a bit. Close your eyes and rock. Try to rock to the rhythm of your breathing. You might just save a ton on therapy by doing this simple thing?
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