Alexandra, Anne, Corky, Margie and me, sitting on a log along a forest trail, smiling happily into the lens of Anne's time-delayed camera. Other days we've been to the zoo, to the movies, to bird sanctuaries. Festivals delight us, but the making and keeping of community happens every day. We pray around a coffee table that has become a prayer table, with a Guatemalan cloth, the glass float Corky found on the ocean coast after a storm, an assortment of candles, a piece of coral given to us by Amalia, shells, sometimes a flower.
Dinner is the other anchor of our day.
On the best of days, the meal may be topped by Margie's famous rhubarb pie. Most often the meal is vegetarian, but chicken and fish appear from time to time. With five skilled and enthusiastic chefs sharing the work, we're each able to enjoy the work of preparing a dinner, knowing that on other days dinner will be lovingly prepared for us. We delight in welcoming guests to this holy table, weaving their stories in among our stories. Alexandra's Earth Ministry Board, Corky's faith-sharing group, my Steering Committee for the Justice for Women program.