Time and the rocking chair (a mini-story). by Dr. Tyrone Ceaser

rocking chair

I sat in my rocking chair today. It's a significant event for me because I hardly ever slow down enough to sit in my rocking chair. 

My rocking chair wears a lot of hats for me. It takes my postural instabilities, and for a moment, makes me feel as if I've never been unstable. My rocking chair suppresses my problems, my worries, and my insecurities. Quite frankly, I'm surprised my rocking chair is still capable of supporting my ass.

But today, I let it all go.

No, not my rocking chair. But everything I gave to it. I usually pick it all back up the moment I remove myself from the rocking chair. But today, for the first time ever, I saw everything I gave to my rocking chair - fall to the ground - and disappear. 

Time gave me the chance to be with my rocking chair. Time showed me how precious I was. Time showed me how transient my preciousness is. Time showed me that my rocking chair won't always be there. Time showed me that everything I gave to my rocking chair was beautiful, no matter how hard, how inconceivable, how sad, or how hideous those things appeared to be. 

As I removed myself from the rocking chair, in a few, fleeting moments, it all hit the ground. And even if my precious hand decides to pick them up again, it'll never be the same. 

Time made sure of that. And it made sure to show me why it(time) is most important. 

. . . If you'd like to see some of the things I dropped from the rocking chair, start with this letter that fell first.

An Ode to wisdom from T.S. Eliot by Dr. Tyrone Ceaser

Mans search for wisdom and meaning

I’ve devoted much of my mental capacity to understanding the nature of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness over the last 72 or so hours. Today, I read a poem by T.S. Eliot, an icon in poetry and literature from the 20th century. I appreciate how in-tune 20th century messages are - with the passing of the generations. His poem on Wisdom seems to blur the lines between wisdom, attention, authenticity, science, and clarity:

The endless cycle of idea and action,

Endless intervention, endless experiment,

Bring knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;

Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;

Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word…

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

Where is the wisdom we have lost in living?

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

-T.S. Eliot

The clarify I often find in poetry makes me reconsider how much I really understand about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Gut Check. by Dr. Tyrone Ceaser

gut check

Not many things in life metaphorically punch us in the gut. But if I’m George Foreman, reality if Muhammad Ali. So by the time I realize what’s happening, life has floated by like a butterfly and stung like a bee.

But this moment of realization gives me time to check me metaphorical gut.

Something astounding happens tomorrow with myself, my wife, and my son: each of us will begin a new venture - my wife and I with new jobs, and my son with a new school. Assuming all things happen for a reason, and in a sort of entropy-like manner, this is a point of significant reflection for me. For us.

I look around at my life - at this moment - and realize I’m not happy with the way the world has changed me. Some is me letting the world screw me, and then, some is me saying,

“F**K it all!"

Either way, my gut check hurt, because the truth hurts. Reality often times - hurts.

But what was it that the man from Galilee said…?


Folks. Be honest with yourselves. It’s my number one goal moving into these new territories. I can already feel the freedom from freeing.