I was recently asked why I always
keep my dining room table set up.
Strangely enough, in all the years,
no one has ever asked me. I like
to decorate the table seasonally,
an altar to the times and seasons
of year, if you will.
My cabin is roughly 135 years old.
One can only imagine all the souls
that may have lived and perhaps
died here. It was originally built
by a smithy as his blacksmith and
forge shop.
I have never solidified my own
beliefs regarding spirits, those
visitations one hears about. Still,
I have been told by very reliable
sources that both the man who
built the cabin as well as my own
father, are here.
Hence the table . . . As I stated
earlier, I have not been given the
gift. But if my father, or indeed
other ancestors, were to visit, I'd
always like them to see the table,
ready and welcoming. They could
sit a while, have a chat, share a
bottle of wine.
And by day . . . you and I may sit
at this welcoming table and enjoy
the many gifts life brings . . .
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