I’ve wanted to create a space where I could consider the things that I find of interest or that are important to me. The range of what interests me is quite broad so creating, say, a food blog, or a wine blog, or a health blog, or a travel blog would not be sufficient. I became familar with the Spanish term sobremesa which is basically about the time spent around the table after the meal when conversations occur and relationships develop and deepen. Those conversations can be about anything. I think it is well expressed in Joy Harjo’s poem, Perhaps the World Ends Here:
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what,
we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the
table so it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe
at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what
it means to be human. We make men at it,
we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms
around our children. They laugh with us at our poor
falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back
together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella
in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place
to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate
the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared
our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last sweet bite.
from: Reinventing the Enemy’s Language.
Edited by Joy Harjo and Gloria Bird.
New York: Norton, 1997.
I would have used sobremesa for my blog title, as I love the word and the concept, but it was already taken so I used the closest English idea that came to mind that conveyed to me the same idea. So, join me Over the Table.