Red Chair

A Red Chair.
Not anything to do with partisanship.
Not anything to do with alliances.
Just a Red Chair.

I first met Red Chair on the beach. Just a Red Chair on a beach. Fronting the waves as if waiting for something. Or maybe conversing with Mother Ocean. Repairing some relationship gone awry. As if they hadn’t seen each other in eons. Or spoken. Or just … sat together…and listened.

Red Chair’s presence was striking from the first introduction. Sturdy. Plain. Erect. Well worn and unshaken. This chair knows exactly who it was and who it isn’t. It wouldn’t put up with any pretense or mischief. A straight shooter, this one.

Circling Red Chair, watching the tide roll in, I pondered her state. She seemed undaunted. Curiosity mounted. Her well-worn arms began to lure me in. She looked as though they could hold me, shoulder my burdens, offer solace. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if I just sat… for awhile.

To know Red Chair is to know her presence and to be in flow with your own - all that is true, pure, strong, and right. She will hold you if you let her. Sort you out. Refresh you, but you must be honest and do your part. No easy ride here. You gotta come clean. But when you do, she’ll reveal hidden secrets to you. And then there is nothing that can stop you when you’re in the flow and power granted from…Red Chair.

I go to Red Chair as often as I can. I often bring her traveling with me. She has appeared on stage with me, too. Have you seen her? She is always in my heart and manner, the way I hold my head, my arms, my spine, with courage and conviction, to the extent of my ability. The most amazing things happen when I spend time with Red Chair.  

Do you have a Red Chair?