At some point this weekend,
there was talk of how sharing a meal
[breaking bread]
together
is both exceptionally
ordinary
and beautifully
sacred
Not ordinary at all
To raise a glass
together
To sit knee to knee
or thigh to thigh
together
To experience hunger
and then flavor
and then fullness
together
It says something
Does something
That perhaps
has something to do with peace
or acceptance
or openness
or vulnerability
or generosity
or common ground
Or, sometimes, love
Or just plain fun
Whatever it is,
I find a meal shared
to be
so deliciously
lovely
Especially when that meal is prepared for you
by someone else
Thanks, Em. And, yum.
xo
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