Conversations at the Kitchen Table
Where the ordinary pauses long enough to speak
It all began here:
a note from the shoreline…
Some of you walk with me in silence, reading from the edges like birds just beyond the fence line. I see you.
But if you’ve felt the pull of these tides, if the ink has ever left its mark upon your breath, come closer.
Subscribe (free is fine), and join me not just as a witness, but as kin along this crooked, beautiful path of words, wonder, and becoming.
The door is open. The kettle is warm. And there’s always room at the table for one more.
Be Budding answered the note, and a conversation unfolded.
B: ‘The door is open. The kettle is warm. And there’s always room at the table for one more.’ ❤️❤️❤️❤️
K: Yep. Come inside. 😎
B: Already sitting at the table 😊
K: Tea or coffee?
B: Uhm, tea, please. 😆
K: The kettle boils and I fill the pot, chamomile and mint. It steeps like winter thoughts melted whole. I pour. Serve. “As you wish.”
B: I watch you move slowly through the kitchen, hands shaped by years, each gesture deliberate, like a quiet ceremony from another time.
Outside, the wind bends the trees and snow drifts in silence.
The chamomile and mint steep like softened thoughts in the light of a winter afternoon. I take the cup, feel its weight, and in that simple act, I recognize the sacredness of being fully here.
K: I meet you in that quiet and set my own breath beside yours. Your watching becomes a warmth on my skin, and the room seems to lean inward, listening.
The kettle’s last sigh fades, and what remains is us…two lives paused inside a small, bright ritual.
A conversation beneath a note slowly grew into a collaboration.
A collaboration where we meet as two souls, seated at a kitchen table,
speaking of ordinary things until deeper truths begin to sound.
A sacred union—not to impress or perform, but to listen for what wants to be said
through the quiet of everyday life.
Those who wish to listen
are welcome to sit with us at the kitchentable,
and stay with the conversation,
with Kim and me.
To be continued.
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I adore when these things happen between poets. Let’s see where this takes us, shall we?
There’s something deeply lovely about watching a comment thread become a place of shared presence and warmth.
You don’t inflate the moment. You honour it. Tea, breath, winter light — that’s enough.
I love how the deeper reflections surface but don't demand attention. They just exist, steeping in their own moments.
Beautiful Be & Kim. 💛 🫶 💛
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One thing — Where's the cake? 😊