The Beauty of the Kitchen Table, Breakfast, the Mess of the World

When I look back at some of the recurring topics, themes, the doggedness with certain subjects over my years of blogging I’m not usually surprised. But I am only a very little surprised by how often the kitchen table comes up. I mean, it’s a lot. And then, there’s the kitchen sink, kitchen window, kitchen annunciations. — There’s the beauty of noticing the overlooked. The miraculousness of the kitchen table. The poetry in kitchens. — My November posts are both a bit of a walk down memory lane for me, blog-wise. But they’re also part of my social media sabbatical. (You’ll notice perhaps that these are pre-posted). I’ve made a lot of “content” these past ten years, and I find looking back that it’s a bit of a time capsule too. While my kitchen table and windowsill seems to be in constant flux, I am also reminded that the table remains the same, as does the sill itself. But everything is change. It always has been. We’re changing forward even though sometimes it feels like we’re changing…

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