I stepped into my kitchen last night and gazed over the several piles on my table. Construction plans, a bucket of garden veggies that needed tending, bills, a small heap of towels to fold, notes with reminders for pet care, shopping, and recipes, all told the story of the day I had had.
It’s surface area is roughly 5 X 3 feet. Yet it has an other-worldly quality in it’s ability to expand with need. It’s where we eat, pay the bills, mull over big ideas, and solve problems. It’s where we hold meetings, argue, and come together for thanks. It’s a building and an art surface. It’s a writing desk and a chopping block. It’s a place to lean on.
It never falters. It’s a heart that keeps on beating. It’s my kitchen table.
While I don’t believe in multi-tasking for myself, I do keep a daily list on my computer to dump ideas-a sort of virtual kitchen table. Here I keep track of chores, reminders for appointments, and prideful notes of things I can eventually cross off like finish a novel, lose those extra pounds, and notes on acceptance speeches for an Oscar, Tony, and Citizenship awards.
Having a place I can count on, a place on which I can lean, both in my kitchen and in my mind steadies me as I go forward. Now if I could just accept that Oscar sitting at my table surrounded by the familiar, I might not have to worry about the gown I would have to purchase.
What’s on your kitchen (literal or metaphorical) table?