Moonlit musings, love for strangers and hairy tom yum soup.
I found a short, straight, black hair entangled in a prawn I was peeling out of the tom-yum-esque soup I made for lunch today. (It was not my hair, and fortunately hair doesn’t gross me out in the least). It is a peculiar thing to realize that whoever that person is, part of them was actually boiled into the broth that I consumed for lunch. Have I consumed a homeopathic essence of someone else? What a very intimate thing!
Who are they? What are their hopes? Their dreams? Do they feel loved and happy with their family and friends? The origin of these prawns is India and the facility from which they came has certification for environmental and social responsibility. I wonder if that means much for the person that handled the prawn I just ate. I hope that on the whole, they’re happy and content in their life.
Now that I feel like I share some connection to this person, can they feel the random warmth of cross-continental goodwill that is being beamed from some random Canadian who lives in yesterday?
I feel like there is probably an obscure German word for the feeling of being overcome by awe and love for the existence of a complete stranger. It's kind of like an existential steering wheel wave to an oncoming vehicle on a remote road where no one else really travels. Like a sort of energetic ‘I see
you. Look at us both sharing an experience! I acknowledge and salute your existence and experiences on the planet’, while continuing to drive to our own destinations. I often feel this love for humans that I will never meet or know. Like you! You are some random human living your own life with your own hopes and dreams and plans for lunch/dinner and you’re reading the random musings of some gal in BC watching the October sunset from her tiny home vista. I hope that this full moon has found you mostly, if not completely happy! I delight and marvel in the interconnectivity of our world. The air we all share. The sun and moon that shine, just as they always have, upon us all without exception. They shone upon the hopes and dreams, prayers and laughter of those long before us, and will continue to do so long after we’re gone. When I bask in the glow of a full moon, I wonder who else is also looking up in wonder. When available, I send out love to those who look up in desperation and despair. When I am in a spot of hopelessness myself, I look up and remember that my story is a small story of a whole, and both will continue to march on as the moon waxes and wanes and the seasons change.
I hope the full moon that is now setting over India is shining upon the joy of the human whose hair I had in my soup. Tonight I will beam up a message of beautiful thoughts and wishes to them via this moon we share, and maybe, just maybe they’ll look up to the sky to retrieve their message.











