It's confusing I'll have to admit, but the act of rocking in a rocking chair, is while at the same time sitting, it's moving as well. In any case it's very soothing to me. Another bit of only the good Lord knows why, would be, why a perfectly good Irishman has a Swedish Gunstol style of a rocker, but it's mine, it works, and I'm sure not looking to replace it in the very near future. It has its place in my living room; it also has its place in healing my back after far too many hours ice fishing, or splitting wood. It's the only chair in my home that through no effort on my part, meets me at my center of gravity. Rockers are and were designed for that, and mine does a particularly nice job, especially when I'm propped up in it facing the nightly fire in the fireplace. Now last night at my humble abode the chair I own, I dust, I oil, and so on, was even more highly sought after than usual. Let's just say the fishing was slow for more than just me all afternoon so when I was ready to plop myself down in my castle, in my chair, and I was trumped by the friends wife, I was a bit peeved. She said my back and back side should be used to all this soreness by now, I heard that, and in trying to be a more gracious host, I conceded the chair. At first we heard about how cold it was, the long walk off the cold lake, then how slow the fishing was, but after a few back and forth's of the chair, things started to sway better for all of us. In about a half hour the fish looked prettier than in the summer, and wasn't it nice not hearing or seeing anybody else. How crisp the air was and did dinner ever smell good. She hadn't remembered being this hungry in an extremely long time. That old rocker really did the trick. She rockered for no less than two hours as me and her hubby waited hand and foot on her highness. Eventually they went home and I got my chair back. I sat there in front of the fire, soothing my day away, thinking if more people not only owned a good rocker, but spent a bit more time in one, this might be a better place for all of us to live. The trout whisperer