Coming Home To My Pine Table
I just spent a weekend in Big Sur with lots of people in a busy lodge crawling over people to sit down, gather my food, find space, get situated and immerse in the busy bustle of Esalen. This morning I returned to my house of belonging and my little pine table that has been my friend for over 25 years. To a life well lived and a table that held me up and served as a bridge to a memorable friend who brought it home in his truck.
I have had this pine table for 25 years. I bought it when I was in my first solo apartment and my friend Mark, a young surfer who lived in my building in Santa Monica drove me in his truck to fetch it at The Pine Mine on Melrose. He had a very jacked up blue Toyota truck where surfboards, motorcycles, wetsuits, dogs and his little brother hung out. He offered to help me out after I bought this table which I loved at first sight. We drove to Hollywood to pick it up and I took him for a long lunch to thank him. We became good friends and he was a little younger than me. He was in remission from a rare cancer that he seemed to overcome and we talked about it a lot and he was all good and all strong. I'll never forget that day because only a year later, I lost him. I was maybe 24 years old and he was hoping to make it to 25. We carried the table up the stairs to my apartment and he was strong and proud to help, getting his strength, being useful to a girl who needed his help. This table has a piece of his heart and has always been the soul of my kitchen and many a house, cottage, bungalow and meal.
I knew when I bought that table that I would always keep it no matter what. It served as a family table for me and my husband and then my other significant others in the homes we lived in together. It traveled to San Francisco, Santa Monica, Larkspur, Mill Valley and now my grown up home in Los Angeles. I have a grand dining room and a simple kitchen. My friends and guests always tell me they like my little pine table the best. I feel the same and find the simple things in life, like this table to be the most comforting and inspiring.
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I spill coffee, wine, gravy, tears, stories, water, ideas all over this table and it absorbs and reinvents itself welcoming me home when I am far away or lost in thought.
To the simple things and the people, meals, ideas and appreciation of this simple little table. Thank you Mark for bringing it home wherever you are.
In Loving Memory And Present Gratitude