Taking A Seat At Life’s Kitchen Table

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TOMAR ASIENTO EN LA MESA DE LA COCINA DE LA VIDA

Raquel Naomi Remen

Todo el mundo es una historia. Cuando yo era niña, la gente se sentaba alrededor de las mesas de la cocina y contaba sus historias. Ya no hacemos eso tanto. Sentarse a la mesa contando historias no es sólo una forma de pasar el tiempo. Es la forma en que se transmite la sabiduría. Las cosas que nos ayudan a vivir una vida que vale la pena recordar. A pesar de los asombrosos poderes de la tecnología, much@s de nosotr@s todavía no vivimos muy bien. Quizás necesitemos escuchar las historias de l@s demás una vez más.

La mayoría de las historias que nos cuentan ahora están escritas por novelistas y guionistas, representadas por actores y actrices, historias que tienen principio y final, historias que no son reales. Las historias que podemos contarnos un@s a otr@s no tienen principio ni fin. Son un asiento de primera fila para la experiencia real. Aunque hayan podido suceder en un momento o lugar diferente, tienen una sensación familiar. De alguna manera también se refieren a nosotr@s.

Las historias reales llevan tiempo. Dejamos de contar historias cuando empezamos a perder ese tipo de tiempo, pausando el tiempo, observando el tiempo, preguntándonos sobre el tiempo. La vida nos lleva a toda prisa y pocas personas son lo suficientemente fuertes como para detenerse por sí solas. La mayoría de las veces, algo imprevisto nos detiene y sólo entonces tenemos tiempo de sentarnos en la mesa de la cocina de la vida. Conocer nuestra propia historia y contarla. Escuchar las historias de otras personas. Recordar que el mundo real está hecho precisamente de esas historias.

Hasta que nos detengamos o, más a menudo, nos detengan, esperamos dejar "atrás" ciertos acontecimientos de la vida y seguir con nuestra vida. Después de detenernos, vemos que algunos de los problemas de la vida nos acompañarán mientras vivamos. Pasaremos por ellos una y otra vez, cada vez con una nueva historia, cada vez con una mayor comprensión, hasta que se vuelvan indistinguibles de nuestras bendiciones y nuestra sabiduría. Es la forma en que la vida nos enseña a vivir.

Cuando no tenemos tiempo para escuchar las historias de l@s demás, buscamos expert@s que nos digan cómo vivir. Cuanto menos tiempo pasamos junt@s en la mesa de la cocina, más guías prácticas aparecen en las tiendas y en nuestras estanterías. Pero leer esos libros es algo muy diferente a escuchar la experiencia vivida por alguien. Debido a que hemos dejado de escucharnos un@s a otr@s, es posible que incluso hayamos olvidado cómo escuchar, que hayamos dejado de aprender a reconocer el significado y a llenarnos de los acontecimientos ordinarios de nuestras vidas. Nos hemos vuelto solitari@s; lectores y observadores en lugar de participaciones y participantes.

La mesa de la cocina es un campo de juego nivelado. La historia de tod@s importa. La sabiduría de la historia de la persona más educada y poderosa a menudo no es mayor que la sabiduría de la historia de un/a niñ@, y la vida de un/a niñ@ puede enseñarnos tanto como la vida de un/a sabi@.

La mayoría de los padres conocen la importancia de contarles a sus hij@s su propia historia, una y otra vez, para que al contarla sepan quiénes son y a quién pertenecen. En la mesa de la cocina hacemos esto un@s por otr@s. Oculto en todas las historias de la historia Única. Cuanto más escuchamos, más clara se vuelve la Historia. Nuestra verdadera identidad, quiénes somos, por qué estamos aquí, qué nos sostiene, está en esta historia. Las historias en cada mesa de la cocina tratan sobre las mismas cosas, historias de poseer, tener y perder, historias de sexo, de poder, de dolor, de heridas, de coraje, esperanza y curación, de soledad y el fin de la soledad. Historias sobre Dios.

Al contarlas, nos contamos un@s a otr@s la historia humana. Las historias que nos tocan en este lugar de humanidad común nos despiertan y nos unen como familia una vez más.

Rachel Naomi Remen falleció la semana pasada, después de una vida de exposición de la sabiduría del corazón. Extracto anterior de Sabiduría en la mesa de la cocina.

PREGUNTAS SEMILLA PARA LA REFLEXIÓN

¿Cómo te relacionas con la idea de que las interrupciones más dolorosas de la vida (las cosas imprevistas que nos detienen en seco) son a menudo las que finalmente nos dan el tiempo para "tomar asiento en la mesa de la cocina de la vida" y afrontar nuestra propia historia con honestidad? ¿Puedes compartir una historia personal de un momento en el que te sentiste verdaderamente escuchad@, o escuchaste verdaderamente a otra persona, y sentiste ese sentimiento familiar que describe el pasaje: la sensación de que la historia de otra persona, de alguna manera silenciosa, también trataba sobre ti? ¿Qué te ayuda a proteger el tipo de "tiempo de pausa, tiempo de reflexión, tiempo de preguntarse" que te permite permanecer cerca de tu propia historia y permanecer genuinamente abiert@ a las historias de las personas que te rodean?

Seed Questions for Reflection

How do you relate to the notion that life's most painful interruptions - the unforeseen things that stop us in our tracks - are often what finally give us the time to "take a seat at life's kitchen table" and meet our own story with honesty? Can you share a personal story of a time when you found yourself truly listened to, or truly listened to another, and felt that familiar feeling the passage describes - the sense that someone else's story was, in some quiet way, also about you? What helps you protect the kind of "pausing time, reflecting time, wondering time" that makes it possible to stay close to your own story and remain genuinely open to the stories of the people around you?

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11 Past Reflections
LM
Aug 18, 2026
I only got to spend a lot of time with my great aunt Hazel because my mother's life was so full of drama and there were times other family members had to step in and help. Hazel, the family matriarch, in the family home, spent most of her life deftly managing a household from a heavy oak wheelchair, and gave her gifts of time and sharing in tangible and subtle ways. I came to realize over the years that I actually thought of her as a second mother. Circumstance largely trapped her in her own home. Pride, and the fact that the world was not easily handicapped-accessible meant that she was mostly homebound in what she referred to as "my four walls". But to us kids Hazel and "Hazel's House" were havens of predictability. It was a 2 bedroom 1910 Victorian with a grassy front and back yard and a huge back porch, filled with family history. It was in a livable kid-friendly town, in the heart of extended family who took a generous interest in our lives. And Hazel let us stay with her ... View full comment
TB
Aug 18, 2026
"What helps protect...makes it possible to stay close to your own story and remain genuinely open to the stories of the people...?"

Much like community watering wells of ancient times and front porches of the Deep South, it seems that kitchen tables and the nourishment they yield are becoming more rare among us, even as we need them all the more.

A Small Prayer for Kitchen Tables
May we remember and revere the spaces that hold our stories.
May kitchen tables be restored as a sacred, communal space of collective cultural practice.
May our tables be multiplied and sanctified.
May those who humbly prepare and joyously share tables be abundantly blessed.
May the nourishment they yield and the bonds they build replenish and restore us.
May we savor the food and stories served as they fortify our kinships, friendships, and fellowship.

Thank you Awakin for the table you set and extend to us as readers.
RM
Aug 18, 2026
I am crying reading that doctor Remen has left her body. Om Shanti
AM
Aug 18, 2026
Genuinely remaining open to other people's stories is something that doesn't always come naturally to me. When it does, it has been magical for me, for the other or both.
This morning, a friend shared that she recently observes palm trees wondering how they can stand so tall and be so flexible and not fall . Suddenly she understood that they must be well grounded in order to be so flexible!! Then she understood how this is about her.....and I realized how it also is about me......
JP
Aug 14, 2026
I love listening to stories, my story, your story and some one else's story. And I have friends who also love to listen to my stories. We share all kinds of stories. Some are delightful and some are painful. I lkie to listen to such stories, some over and over. And there are also tragic stories which come to my mind and heart and I wish to forget them. I have learnt many lessions from listening to my stories and others'. Some stories evoke happiness and there are stories which evoke sadness. I embrace both kinds of stories. Happy stories come and I joyfully say hello to them. Painful stories come, make me sad and I would like to say good bye to them. I have a wide spectrum of all kinds of stories. Some joyful and some painful. My stories are like my friends, I learn from my stories. They represent me. I wonder which stories have brought lots of joy and delight to me. I have learned a lot from my stories. Such stories are my never -failing freiends. A question arises in my mind... View full comment
ST
Aug 14, 2026
First of all, I cried when I read that doctor Remen has left her body
I love telling stories and collecting them
Been blessed with a career of visiting kapunas and kahunas.
The wisdom of elders life experiences fills my life with beauty and the way to wholeness.
I fully agree that life's most painful interruptions can stop us in our tracks and wake us up to looking at our life. Such interruptions are unwanted but valuable opportunities to get a good look at our living rather than pass through quickly. Now I'm in the midst of my own interruption that stopped me in my tracks, or fall over. An ear infection three months ago became severe with episodes of vertigo, and for now my balance and hearing are still very diminished. The experience has made me more aware of how precarious our health and lives are, how little control we have, and how wonderful a gift it is to be healthy. It's made me more aware of what is really important to me and what to let go of. It's made me more aware that the time is now, not later, and to embrace now. It's made me reflect more on how my life is out of balance and what I need to do to increase balance. What's happening to me and what it's emphasizing helps me to stay closer to my story and to that of others.
BS
Aug 13, 2026
It is a gift to be heard…..
Listening requires presence and open heart. This happens when I slow down and offer no answers.
SJ
Aug 13, 2026
This article calls it what is it. Most prefer to be entertained as an audience than taking ownership as a participant in life. It's easier to buy that movie ticket and a multi-billion dollar industry exists because of it.
AL
Aug 13, 2026
Yes — I’d keep this very close to Remen and simply enter the inquiry personally, rather than bringing in your larger frameworks. I’m especially touched by the idea that it is often the unforeseen interruption that finally brings us to life’s kitchen table. Looking back, some of the times I most wanted simply to “get on with my life” were the very times that asked me to stop and listen differently. What I thought I needed to put behind me returned in other forms, sometimes years later, carrying another piece of the story. Remen’s suggestion that these experiences can eventually become indistinguishable from our blessings and our wisdom feels deeply true to me. I have also been fortunate to experience what happens when someone really listens—not to fix, advise, or interpret, but simply to receive the story. Something changes. The boundaries between “your experience” and “mine” become a little more permeable. A story that could not possibly be mine somehow... View full comment
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Aaron Aug 17, 2026
You are TIGHT ON! I am always taking the opportunity to share a story with others, who actually care to LISTEN! Too many people are caught up by their phones and SOCIAL MEDIA. But, there is always someone, in all walks of Life, who are OPEN to LISTEN and CONNECT.. They feel the VALUE in CONNECTING in this way and are WILLING to give the TIME to LISTEN and SHARE STORIES! Thank You!