Around the kitchen table, we can cry, we can laugh.
One might be feeling emotions they think are too wide, one may feel too prickly, but here we are.
Around the kitchen table we honour ourselves by telling our truths. We love our friends as we listen, as the children run in and out to whisper secrets in our ears or deliver treasures, as our words and stories ebb and flow.
Sometimes we say too much, sometimes we don’t say enough. But here, in this space, we can try to hold and embrace – even when we don’t know the right way to do it, even when we want to do more, even when we feel so deeply the truth of another’s words.
Around the kitchen table we gather as women, nurturing our children, ourselves, and each other. We are beautiful.