A lyrical celebration of the everyday wonders that make life worth savoring
What a banquet we’ve been invited to.
The table stretches endlessly: oceans shimmering with silver fish, forests brimming with birdsong, deserts whispering their secrets in shifting dunes. Look closer, and the spread is more intimate still: a ripe peach, a handwritten letter, the comfort of worn sheets after a long day.
Life is a feast, and we are the guests.
The Great Show
Step outside and look up. The stars are flung across the sky in dizzying abundance, and yet tonight is the only night they’ll ever look exactly this way. Tomorrow the script changes. The great show never repeats itself.
Clouds sculpt themselves into fleeting shapes. Leaves tremble in winds that have circled the globe. Somewhere, a whale sings a song so low it shakes the ocean floor. Somewhere else, a child takes her first breath and wails into the world.
How dare we call any of this ordinary?
The Human Carnival
And then there is what we humans have added.
Cathedrals and corner cafés. Rock concerts and lullabies. Sushi rolls and sourdough bread. Roller coasters and rocking chairs. Languages that sound like music even when you don’t understand them. Paintings that pull you into other centuries.
We have spent our history turning necessity into beauty: wool into sweaters, fire into stories, grief into poems. Even our sorrow has been made into art, carried on wings of song and word.
What a carnival. What a riot of invention and expression. What a privilege to wander through it.
The Intimate Treasures
Yet the wonders are not only vast and communal. They are intimate, tucked into the folds of our private lives.
The smell of coffee in the morning. The warmth of a hand reaching for yours in the dark. A joke that makes you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. The quiet miracle of waking up one more day, lungs filling, heart beating, eyes opening to the light.
These treasures don’t make headlines. They make homes. They make memories. They make life ours.
An Invitation
So here we are, seated at the banquet, carnival swirling around us, small treasures piled on our plates.
The invitation is simple: notice. Taste. Savor. Say yes to the feast.
We don’t know how many courses remain. But we know we have this one — this hour, this breath, this chance to be astonished.
So eat. Drink. Laugh. Wander. Wonder. Live.
Because this is the only banquet of its kind in the universe, and somehow — impossibly, miraculously — you got a seat at the table.
