Walking through a quiet street at night revealed a restaurant I would love to try. Given the timing of my discovery, it is in the obscure and oh-so-fun section of my bucket list. The sign reminds me how much I miss my mother’s cooking, especially her signature bindi-masala and aloo-gobi curries. The memories of meals loop through my mind. I realise that as good as my versions of the dish might be, they will never measure up to the ones from her hand. She brought an x-factor of emotions and memories to each dish, capturing her first experience with the dish and the love she brought to every dish that came from her heart.
Life’s whispers challenged me to consider a larger question. Looking beyond making a dish or a meal, when I think about life and my inability to reach perfection, “I realized that my fate’s the same as the fool’s, I had to ask myself, “So why bother being wise?” It’s all smoke, nothing but smoke.” (Ecclesiastes 2:15)
In the fresh light of a new day, my reasons to care include the following.
What I do matters. The outcome is far less important than my response to my calling and the intent born in my heart. I may be the nearest divinity first responder to a situation needing compassion, kindness, and care. I could be the only one with a relationship with the one in need who could respond with trust. The critical point is that I can make a difference in the moment. I may fail in the next; however, that is yet to be written. Our opportunities are only found in the moment that is within our grasp. What I do in response is the story.
What I bring may not be the same as my mother’s or anyone else. I have an opportunity to share myself through words and actions. The outcome will have my signature, experiences, and heart within it. As far away as it might be from a Michelin star, it will bring soul food, happiness and hope.
