I walked in to a Kinokuniya book store in Bangkok, the very one where I first discovered Haruki Murakami when I had picked up Norwegian Wood and became entranced from page one. This time, it seemed only fitting, like a burgeoning tradition, to pick up another book of his. I chose 1Q84. It’s a 1,300-page trilogy, but I was in the mood to be immersed, deeply.
In the book, a song is referenced repeatedly: Janacek’s Sinfonietta. I hadn’t heard of it before. It was mentioned so often, I felt compelled to hunt it down and hear its sound.
I found it easily. One can always count on You Tube for music.
I almost never read the comments on You Tube because comments there, as on political articles, always seem to attract the worst of the un-erudite and the fringiest of the fringe.
But the comments here caught my eye.
1Q84 from Jackson Heights
1Q84 from Hong Kong
1Q84 from Berlin
1Q84 from Malaysia
…from Dusseldorf, from Naples, from Mexico, from Alabama, from Russia, from Lisbon, from Montreal, from Delaware, from Philadelphia, from Seoul, from California.
…from Chiang Mai.
Days ago. Hours ago. Minutes ago. People all over the world. Someone in my same city.
All reading the same book and listening to the same song.
All of a sudden, the big, big world felt so very, very small.
Like I could reach out and touch the edges
and find the souls dotted across the landscape
were like beautiful and varied mirrors one could cup in one’s hand,
Transient, like snowflakes and the cadential light of fireflies.
It doesn’t often feel that way, especially not in an election season when we’re engrossed in the magnification of minor differences. But we’re all still here. Together.
When we look up at the night sky, the moon we see is still the same one.
Each Thursday, we come together to celebrate living life with intention by capturing a glimmer of the bigger picture through a simple moment. Have you found yourself in such a moment lately? Share it with us!