Hello, I’m really happy you’re here.
This is a quiet corner where I explore what it means to live with more heart and less hurry - through stillness, creativity, and connection. I’m someone learning, right alongside you, how to pause long enough to listen for what truly matters. Pull up a chair. There’s space for you here.
Last week, we began gathering around the image of the Long Table - a place to gather, listen, and belong.
This week, I’ve been sitting with a quieter question:
Who sits beside us?
Not just in the literal sense -
but in the moments when we need companionship most.
As I pondered this, my thoughts wandered back, once again, to long tables from long ago.
In monasteries, centuries past, long tables filled simple halls known as refectories. Monks sat side by side in silence, eating modest meals. There was no conversation. No performance. No hierarchy.
Often, a single voice would read aloud - sacred texts, poetry, reflections - while the rest listened.
The table wasn’t a place for debate or explanation.
It was a place for presence.
No one sat alone.
Even in silence, there was companionship.
Even in stillness, there was connection.
And it made me realize something important:
Sometimes, who sits beside us isn’t always visible.
When I reflected on last week’s question - Where have you felt part of something larger than yourself? - one moment came to mind immediately.
It was one of the most difficult times in my life.
That evening, as I bathed, I felt something I can only describe as comforting arms around me. A presence. A steadiness. A deep, quiet knowing.
To some, that presence might be called God.
To others, the Universe.
To still others, something unnamed but deeply felt.
What mattered wasn’t what it was called.
What mattered was the message I heard, as clearly as if someone were sitting right beside me:
You are not alone.
In that moment, I understood that connection doesn’t always arrive through words or faces. Sometimes it arrives as reassurance. As warmth. As an unseen companion who reminds us we are held - even when the table looks empty.
A gentle reflection for this week
You’re welcome to sit with this question in whatever way feels right -
through writing, drawing, or quiet reflection.
Who has sat beside you - seen or unseen - during a moment when you needed it most?
Notice what comes.
A person.
A memory.
A presence.
A feeling.
There is no right way to name it.
Next week, we’ll return to the Long Table once more — this time to consider what is shared.
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