AT THE TABLE SINGING

I grew up in a family that functioned much like musical theater with random outbursts of song combining dialogue, dance numbers, and a heavy dose of theatrics. Someone was always singing. Even more so at the table when we gathered — setting the table, during the meal, and clearing the table. Singing loudly was never improper. This was a time for unison, for harmony, for matching another’s joy as we ate. We didn’t have much, but we were rich with song. 
 
The table at Pedernal is set every morning — laid in gold, with a spread of the season’s bounty. Pull up a seat humming a tune. The day’s musical has just begun. Match the drama and rhyme of the scene. Keep in step and sing a song of gratitude, loudly. “Those who dwell at the ends of the earth are in awe at your signs. You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.” Psalm 65:8

12 x 36 in
​mixed media painting