200. My Kitchen Table
It doesn’t inhale oxygen. It does inhale sorrow-woes-grief-pain-joy-happiness-love. It doesn’t exhale carbon dioxide. It does exhale support-reason-advice-tears-laughter-love-life. Everything happens sitting-standing-argueing-debating-discussing-kneeling-weeping-laughing-sharing-praying around that table. The shape-size-color-location may have changed but that piece of furniture will always be a huge part of my world.
(Someone asked my if I could be any piece of furniture, what would I be? The answer has never changed. My Kitchen Table. Sorry for my absence. I have gotten so far behind. Fortunately, life happens. Unfortunately sometimes writing takes a back seat. I am hoping to get caught up... In life and writing)
(Someone asked my if I could be any piece of furniture, what would I be? The answer has never changed. My Kitchen Table. Sorry for my absence. I have gotten so far behind. Fortunately, life happens. Unfortunately sometimes writing takes a back seat. I am hoping to get caught up... In life and writing)
posted by B Kiddo | 10:50 AM
4 Comments:
Wow! I love this. The inhale and exhale. Made me smile.
I never pondered this before but I agree with you, I think I'd be my kitchen table too.
I'm glad your back. I really enjoy reading your blog.
I'm down to my last posts :(
I've started a new blog called Dancing About Architecture. It is along the same lines but instead of people I'll write about music.
OK, I tried to comment earlier and Blogger wouldn't let me. So let me try again: So glad you're back, and love this entry. The perfect answer to the question.
Oh wow, I love this. Funny how things/pets etc can be as important as some people, have their own personalities, and play a role in our lives!
This was fun. I too love kitchen tables for the very same reason.
Thanks.
~GoGo
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