100 Things #31) I believe the kitchen table is sacred.

The kitchen table is far more than just wood upon which we eat meals, to me the kitchen table is sacred.  It is a place that is an alter of my daily life and relationships that I offer up to God for blessing and thanksgiving.

Kitchen tables seem to be the place where many milestones in my life take place.  It was at my grandmothers’ tables that I learned to bake cookies and breads, learned to cook haluski, and talked about a woman’s work never being done.  Kitchen tables make up a great amount of my childhood whether it was crafting with friends, playing cards with my aunt and uncle, or doing homework, the one constant is always the kitchen table.  As an adult, the kitchen table is the one constant common denominator in many of my relationships and memories.  The kitchen table is place I first chatted with Jeff’s children and grandchildren, the kitchen table is where we chat with friends and neighbors, the kitchen table is where we break bread and dream together.  The kitchen table seems to be the object around which home is radiated.

The kitchen table is where many prayers of thanksgiving and calls for help have been prayed.  The kitchen table has been the centerpiece of many celebrations and sorrows.  It is the kitchen table on which the birthday cake rests, and where elbows prop up crying eyes.  It’s as if the kitchen table absorbs and reverberates the many vibrations, emotions, and karma of daily life.