Yesterday, I was planning today’s invitation post and put out a casual call to my fellow writers in the Coterie and the Andilit community for suggestions of books on entertaining/hospitality or cookbooks written by people of color, and they delivered. So now I’m buried in books and having the best time, and I’ll get back to you on that next week. Today, the group prompt from Andilit ties in nicely to invitation.
Somewhere in my neighborhood there lives a rooster.
He crows every morning between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. He might crow at other times, but I live around ten thousand college students who think they have to yell any time they’re awake (apparently), so if he does I don’t hear it. But at 6:30 in the morning, it’s blissfully quiet, and that’s when I hear him.
During the week, I’m already awake by the time he crows, but on Saturday and Sunday, he wakes me up. On those days, I lie in bed with my eyes closed and pretend that I live on a farm.
I imagine first that the hint of sunlight-to-come teasing the edges of my curtains is coming to me from across a field or a grove of trees instead of fighting its way over the top of the monstrosity of a building next door.
I imagine that my bedroom is in a farmhouse and look forward to having my morning coffee on the back porch.
I imagine what the view from that back porch would be. It’s a conglomerate image of my parents’ farm and vineyards and friends’ gardens and maybe it would look a little like this:
And once I had finished my coffee, I would go back inside, and there would be my favorite thing about living in a real house with real space and room to entertain.
My dining room table.
This is the best part of my morning dreaming.
I picture elaborate meals I could serve. I see people sitting around the table.
I see myself dusting off all my serving platters to host parties again. I remember times when I met some of my favorite people for the first time at one of my own parties. I picture the get-togethers I used to have – having as many people as I could cram into the space available – encouraging guests to bring their own guests, because there was plenty to go around.
I miss throwing parties.
I miss having the space to welcome a lot of people.
I miss my guests having somewhere to park.
I miss the peace and quiet after they all left.
It would be easy to forget how much I miss living in a place better suited to my soul.
It would be easy, except for the rooster. He thinks he is inviting the morning, but he’s also inviting me to make some space to welcome people in again.
I am still taking submissions for my Invitation to the Table series. Email me your thoughts!