I often think of the time my husband and I moved in together to create our own home. The first (and largest) piece of furniture we bought was the dining table. It was way too big for our tiny apartment, that you would have to climb over the table to get to the other side of the room. It was always funny to see someone mounting over it to settle in for a meal.
We bought the table thinking - our home, family, and community here in a new city will one day, grow. And it did.
The table welcomed dinners with plates heaped high with food. It's where we got full off of good conversations. The setting for the happiest of birthdays and milestone anniversaries. A place where sewing projects were strewn all over for our very first child. Where hands of prayer gathered around when we lost her. And where we would find ourselves starting over, with a new sunrise, every day.
When brainstorming for this small collection, I kept circling back to that table and the space it held for me: a place where my heart and body always felt settled, rooted, and at home.
I hope these pieces become a hint of home and creative practice to carry with you, too. I'd love to see how you use them at your own tables, and the stories that our tables can tell us about the other.