A LOST ART?
New Oxford Review
February 2001By Mitchell Kalpakgian
Throughout the Odyssey, Homer’s epic that distinguishes between the civilized and the barbarians – between those who know the art of “living well” (Aristotle’s phrase) like the Phaeacians and those who only live in the sense of mere survival like the Cyclops – the rituals of hospitality always feature banquets to honor the visitor:
A maid came with water in a beautiful golden ewer and poured it out over a silver basin so that he could wash his hands. Then she drew a wooden table to his side, and the staid housekeeper brought some bread and put it by him with a choice of dainties, helping him liberally to all she could offer. Read more of [/font]the article here….
After reading this article I thought about the little ways of hospitality I give to my immediate family everyday. When my DH and family come home from work and school they are received with a smile and warm, bright, clean and quiet home. The table is clean and attractively set and a fresh meal is there for all to enjoy.
I was wondering what little ways you share the loving embrace of your heart with family and friends when they enter your home.
And in what way do you like being ‘cared for and welcomed’ in your home or a friend’s home?
What are the little hospitable ways that really matter to you?