Sitting in the Red Chair

I think it is Zen Decorating.

 

Yes. Zen, I think.

 

All feng shui’ed and peaceful.

 

Moss green.

 

With water trickling from a little fountain in the corner of the waiting room.

 

The highly-polished wood floors reflect puddles of natural-hued furniture.

 

And the golden brown of a lush cushioned sofa.

 

In a thoughtfully positioned semi-circle, the soft sheen of brown leather beckons you to carefully placed side chairs.

 

In the center of the carefully placed semi-circle of chairs arranged for patient patients waiting comfort is a surprise.

 

The stark contemporary lines of a single red leather chair demand attention in the zen of this space.

 

The red distorts in a reflection against the glossy wax of the floor.

 

Startled.

 

A glorious maple flaming against a forest of aspen and oak.

 

Startling.

 

I have always embraced the welcoming comfort of the sofa when I visit this doctor’s office.

 

Mr. Jenny and I sit, side by side, knees touching, hands intertwined.

 

Last week I left the known little nest of familiarity I've been sitting in for almost 7 years now, and sat across the room.

 

In the red chair.

 

The strangeness of it.

 

The vividness of it.

 

Startled.

 

I looked at the room from a different viewpoint.

 

Startling.

 

The slickness of red leather surprised me.

 

And woke me up.

 

And made me think…

 

…that perhaps I need to leave the comfort of my plush little world…

 

…and see what the world looks like…

 

…with my view from the red chair.

My naturopathic physician is where I go to be a patiently patient...waiting for healing.

I am patient with this doctor because she has helped me when no other doctor or specialist could.

And now, she has written a book. 

I am having a giveaway tomorrow...the first of four.   Come back to visit if you can.  I will let you sit in the red chair...and enter this little giveaway!