The Table, The Food, The Thanks

The table was a heavy, darkened, large plank of wood.  It appeared polished from the decades, if not centuries, of elbows and hands sitting at the table.  Hands that pushed up and away from the table, or eased someone’s way down to the heavy bench that waited to bear the load of a weary guest.  Hands that may have slapped the table in hearty laughter.  Or smacked it in riled anger.  Hands that sat listless as they came to rest after a days work, a days journey, or life’s anguish.

Today’s hands lay casually, on either side, of the steaming bowl of stew.  Each hand lying on it’s side, as if they were going to close in and circle around the bowl.  But they didn’t.  The small plate of crusty bread sat just inches away.  A heavy cider in a large mug sent out steamy messages of apples and cloves dancing together.

There was no hurry.

Though hungry, it would wait a few minutes.  For thanks to be given, the quiet gratitude being the first course, the start of settling the appetite.

 When gratitude is as tangible and necessary as the bread and drink to sustain …. life takes on a clarity.

Life, and living, is good.

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12 thoughts on “The Table, The Food, The Thanks

  1. tric says:

    When life is reduced to moments we see so much in so little. Loved this post.

  2. Awesome post! Gratitude is truly as important as the food we eat!

  3. Gratitude is a biggie in our household. Great post my friend. 🙂

  4. ksbeth says:

    yes, and these moments remind us why we are alive.

  5. We all need to remember and be grateful! Lovely

  6. Debra says:

    There’s a lot of talk, I think, about gratitude, but it isn’t always apparent in our actions. I love this attitude of remembrance and thankful gratitude. Very special, Colleen.

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