CONNECTION
CONNECTION
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March 26, 2021
I discovered that in the 19th century, hidden messages were written in between lines of text, using invisible ink. While it is fun to play detective, the need for cryptic communication probably arose from unfavorable climates. New ideas have never been embraced with open arms in the beginning. Thankfully, that hasn’t stopped those who believe in them. We owe our ideals to those who planted them in our minds in the first place—through the written word. These idealists were ahead of their time, so their words were chosen carefully and offered double meaning. We can continue to read between the lines, but a large portion of the population would miss out on a better life, simply because they don’t know how. Fortunately, we have access to information like never before and people who favor openness.
March 8, 2022
One of the first places I took my husband (then boyfriend) to was a falafel cart in Queens. I told him that it was right around the corner, when it was actually a few blocks away. He teased me for that, but admitted that their sandwiches were one of the best. Fast forward some time and we found ourselves in a fight. I didn’t know how necessary it was to give each other space back then. But, doing so revealed the power of solitude. We couldn’t agree on where to eat in Manhattan. Yet, both of us came home separately and purchased two falafel sandwiches each. Obviously, thinking of the other.
What was a coincidence to me then is a meeting of the minds now.
April 26, 2022
Our neighbors helped us get a parking spot recently and it reminded me of how a simple hello can bring about such luck. I used to commute to and from Long Island via the LIRR and there was one day when I waited for the train at the platform and noticed that I left my key card behind. Since I was there early, I decided to run back to the office, pick up the card, and catch the train at the next stop (which was oddly close). As I sprinted toward the following station, the train pulled up on the opposite side of the tracks. Fortunately, this particular station was at ground level—making it possible to walk across the rails. I made it to the last car seconds before the doors closed, feet hurting and heart pounding. The next day, the train operator confirmed that he waited for me at the station when he saw me running. This was all communicated through a tiny window of a moving train, just like all the previous times we greeted one another.
June 30, 2022
A cab driver asked me if I thought a certain country was a real threat the other day. For some reason, I quickly blurted that people make threats when they don’t want to do the thing that frightens you. In other words, they would just do it without warning. I’ve never uttered those words before, let alone thought that consciously. It was surprising to me until I realized that I’ve been picking up clues to reach that conclusion for some time. The most obvious one (to me, today) being “Bad Connection” by Yazoo. I wish they’d fix the wires, ’cause there’s something about music that gets us on the same wavelength.
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