When I walk away or I’m dragged away from the table of life, I want to be remembered for licking the plate of contentment and joyfulness clean.
I want to eat a meal of happiness and contentment everyday.
I want to savor every morsel of life that is embodied in the intricate flavors that tingle the senses of my tongue of adventure.
I want to leave each table where I am invited cleaner than I found it and I want my hosts to be rewarded with the spices of life for having invited me to share the table of life experiences with them. I want our meals to be long and deliberate. Not the fast food of shallow relationships.
I want the crumbs of pettiness that fall to the ground feed the dogs and cats of doubt under the table of discouragement. I want to shake off my napkin of minutiae and wipe my mouth clean of any words of discouragement to anyone.
Even the most scrumptious meal last until everyone is full or all the food was exhausted. Today, I’ve eaten my share of life at the table of bountifulness and I am blessed to have dined at your table.
Peace and Love To all.