A pig intervention, or family culture

I must admit, I am still not sure if I can call this blog a intervention or family culture experience. Yesterday was a busy day working with families and meeting new families. In this particular case, (ok to share) I found my self sitting on a folding chair, in a big red barn, with a table full of strangers, (nine of them to be exact) with a smell of a pig! That is correct, we were eating ham, fresh from the barn, did I say fresh? I mean right there folks, the best ham I have ever had in my life. The story continues and I am looking at this large family gathering. Should I start talking? The parents of the table were quiet. The brothers and sisters of the table were quiet. My future client was the only one talking. I was trying to elicit conversation, or at least mere feedback. I could hear, the eating of everyone, and was astonished how each person was paying attention to my client and his words. I let him finish his conversation. I was going to start up my intervention, in the red barn, around the large table, when the father stood up. All seven kids, except the mother, who remained sitting stood up to. Ok, this was unfamiliar to this writer. Do I stand or sit, stand or sit. I am at a farm, in a barn, trying to go with the flow here gang. Looking desperately for a sign, hint, calling, prompt, anything! All of a sudden the father took his plate, and the rest of the group followed with their plate to go get more ham. I'm in, I did to! We came back to the table, ate, and then said a prayer. I thanked each person, shook hands with the mother and father. Talked briefly to my future client, and left. A pig intervention or family culture? Stay in your health, stay in the moment.