Then there’s the red leather desk chair that was in my father’s office where my growing-up son loved to play pretend (and smoke “pretend” cigars). And a big boxy chair where I read to my then baby granddaughter in her first home. Looking back through other photos, I was reminded of a special in a chair moment of me sitting on the porch at Magnolia House in North Carolina, after being presented with a “Knight of Spork Medallion,” having spent five days being chef for a Come Back to Your Senses Retreat. I sat in that chair overlooking the mountains every day in between facilitating conversational circles and managing the kitchen. I also came across photos of a friend and me visiting a modern art museum in California where we played on roll and rock chairs. So many joy-filled and poignant and precious memories – snapshots of a life blessedly lived. I am grateful.