You, I wish I knew your name. I know I don’t, and maybe never will. However, you and I have something in common you see. Something deep that connects us. A shared need.
Oh you. I feel like we’ve met. I know we haven’t and maybe we never will but I will fight for you. I am committed to change for you, us.
A place at the table. You may scoff, and I understand. The table, something painful for many of us, unknown for many of us, a struggle for many of us. Including myself. How can it be that we live in a culture of such abundance, such blessing, such connection. Yet ,such emptiness, such loneliness, such…disconnect from this space.
To truly know the table, is to know that the table is more than the ingredients that fill it or the cloth that covers it. To know the table is to know that it has the capability of changing the world. Without hesitation, without embellishment, with sincerity. You know why I can say this? Because that table, and all that it embodies has changed me. Radically changed my life.
To The Host:
To you, the one who spends time hosting at the table. This is just as much for you too. Because you see, as a host of a table you are more than just the chef. You are an orchestrator. An orchestrator of people’s journeys, highs and lows. If done well, they can all come together to form a beautiful mosaic of all those around the table. If not managed with grace, all of these journeys fall dormant in this space, and people leave empty. You are a gatherer allowing one of the most sacred, beautiful spaces in our culture to unfold. To open your doors, to fill your tables, this is true cultural magnificence. Yet, I know its easier said than done. I know that deeply.
However, we all know often what hospitality looks like. Holding tightly to comfort. The fear kicks in when we start to talk about moving towards new. Newness at the table. Its in that space though that transformation happens in our lives, and tables. For worldviews to have a safe space, differences to come together with grace, members of our society that don’t have a place to land…to rest. In oneness. Its intimidating, difficult to navigate but just as beautiful as any level of decor you could display. We are here for you to walk you through what it looks like to allow this very mosaic to be our table. The direct result of our gatherings.
To You Needing A Table:
To you, the one who feels like they don’t have a table they belong to, I want to talk to you. Not from superiority, not from pity, but more from a place of absolute understanding. Oh how many years of my life I wanted a table, needed a table. Or, the years I had a table but surely didn’t belong. I see you, I know how deeply the symptoms permeate into every aspect of life. I know the longing I know the feeling of being outside looking in.
I will fight for you. I will fight for you. I may not be able to host you at my own table, I may not be in community with you. However, I fight to inspire hosts, inspire communities to make room. You, it won’t be long. Dont run, keep saying yes to invitations because it could be you who brings the very beauty that every gathering needs. It could be you who brings the vulnerability, that acts as the most beautiful of invitations. Maybe, it could be you that fills even just your coffee table with other people who just need a table.
To all of you:
I will fight, I will teach, I will go first into the unknown space and hopefully inspire you to take steps forward with me. To make it attainable, beautiful, delicious and meaningful. Most importantly, we vow to fight for a generation, a nation that moves away from closed doors and high fences to open doors and full tables. Well go first, well fight first, for you. I hope youre coming too, there’s so much beauty ahead.
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it's me, kayty!
I was living in Thailand, longed for community, starting opening my door and filling my table. Now I’m living ‘charcuterie’ as a way of life and teaching what I learned about living intentionally everyday.
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A Letter to the Host