July 2014
My table is an elevated plane, a secular altar on which I place the objects of daily life and around which we gather. The Table holds a shifting array of things I want to keep in sight and be sure of finding again. Here are the objects, materials, and devices that enhance my hours. Here, too, is a place for the lively moment, the essential sustenance of food and the people with whom I can share it. My table is the ground, rising to link the things resting on it with the people gathered around. Together we share one place and many perspectives. We break bread, tell stories, laugh, and rest our hands on its surface, creating a moment, a circle, a generous aura of warmth and community, again and again, night after night. The table empties and is filled again and is quiet again. It is level, steady, keeping its place in the stream of time.