This Old Table

Twenty years ago my husband and I took our sleep-deprived, parents-of-young children selves and our toddling, rampaging brood of 3 (I swear it felt like thirty) to find a capacious, durable, affordable kitchen table. Two decades later that long pine table, the one holding up this laptop as I type, is still the centerpiece of every significant thing our extended family does together. In this odd season of gatherings suspended, what memories does your, or a loved one’s, table spark?

This Old Table

everyone who has ever
leaned forearms or
elbows or hands
or hips on this
cup-dented,
child-initialed,
craft project
gold glittered,
dinner-serving,
breakfast-rushing,
sunlight battered pine
lives on in its cellulose fibers.
this table is a poem of connection.

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I’m Tracie Nichols, M.A. I guide edge-walking women through the wild and unpredictable borderlands of deep growth and change. I especially love supporting highly sensitive, intuitive and body-wise women who are creating businesses of their own. I’m a business and life coach, aromatherapist, poet and rebel crone.

You can find me on my website, Instagram and Facebook.

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