The understanding of your self that you finally gained, via, a chance encounter with a vegetable you were, cooking up, these lessons come in all sizes, shapes, and forms, and at any time in life too, don’t they??? Translated…
The daikons are in season, taste refreshing, and it’s, cheap too, I bought a round and plump daikon, it was unbelievable it’d only cost me ten-dollars N.T. I took it home, and started selecting the way I shall prepare it, one, chopping the daikon into chunks make it into a pork rib based soup; there was also the options of slicing the daikon, and make it into a miso soup. There only a few people in my house, not that many, guess, I’ll, split up the portions and cook them separately then, I’d sliced up the daikon in half, then, I shall, make that final call. And, there are the Taiwanese chopping knife or the Japanese knife, but this isn’t up for debate, I suppose, I’d picked one out closest to me, cut the daikon, leaving a half on the chopping board, the other, to the side.
It’s time for that final call, I’d tilted my head to think, do I, chunk, or do I, slice? At this time, I’d heard a loud thud, that piece of daikon left to the side had, rolled onto the floors.
I’d picked “her” up (I’d assigned the genders to the roots based off of my instincts, like the lotus roots are, males), with my chopping knife, ready, waiting for my commands, of slicing, dicing, or chunking, then, that loud thud came again, ahhhhhhhhhhh, that half a daikon, rolled to the ground, again, my free hand had problems grabbing the item steadily, and after several rounds, she’d, rolled clockwise, and she’d, rolled around, counter-clockwise, I’d stated, in an even tone, “Behave your self! Daikon!”, I’m not, bent over, and it looked like I was, playing with the piece of daikon then.
illustration from onlinein meditation with that daikon over your head here…
Hey? When did I become, this gentle As I began preparations, the memories button went with the tempo to which I’d chopped up the daikon, as I chopped on, there came, the moments in the past when I was, impatient, easily angered, not letting anybody slide because I have reason on my side. And, many an afternoon later, an old friend had, reminded me of a certain segment of these, footages in my mind.
That day, my friend, M and I met for coffee, the two cups of coffees, sat in the elegant cups, and, as they were delivered to the tables, there’s, that flair about them. M and I both loved those stylish china, as we oohed and ahhed over the cups, we’d finally, extended our hands out, and found, that one of the cups wasn’t even seventy-percent full, I felt at ease, battled for that cup, with that ease in my mind, telling my friends, “it’s quite all right, I’ll have the one with the less”. At that very moment, we looked at one another, smiled in synchrony, spoke in synchrony, haha, back in Beijing…………
M and I had met up in Beijing, we were both living in China temporarily because our husbands were assigned to China to work temporarily. Back then, the two sides weren’t as kind to each other as the two sides are now, everybody felt the pressures of coming from across, and living in China, the best way to de-stress was going out to the streets with the shops that foreigners hung out often, to dine, to drink coffee. One afternoon, we’d ordered two cups of coffee, the handmade coffees weren’t a thing then, I can’t even remember how we had our coffees now, what’s worth mentioning, was how the waiter gave me the one with only half the cup, and without any hesitation, I’d told the waiter. Oh, there’s not enough coffee, I shall, give you, a brand new cup, the waiter didn’t hesitate either. Shortly enough, the server came in careful steps, delivered me a full, overflowing cup of coffee.
I don’t think I told my server thanks, I think I said something like, “make sure this doesn’t happen again!”, or something of the sort. As the waiter worked, then, he’d delivered a plate with two slices of watermelon, said that it was on the house. And, I don’t think I said thank you either, I’m sure, that the words that kept circling in my mind was “I was right!” believed that the waiter’s gestures, were a way of making up for his mistakes from before, and I wasn’t able to feel how thoughtful he was.
I think, since the years came to pass, I’d, learned the lessons, that I need not have that “righteousness” on everything, to help me cope with the sudden changes that came at me in life. There are, the unplanned visitors in our lives, that we were, ill-prepared for, and, we couldn’t ready ourselves for these things, these people that came our ways; and because of this, the hardships of the winters shall, eventually, pass too. Just like dealing with those two cups of cups with not enough volume in them, I’d felt different toward this cup, compared to how I’d, felt toward that cup from my past.
That day, that daikon that was round and plump, witnessed my enlightenment in, changing a thought.
And so, this, is what you’d, come to understand about your own tendencies in the way you behaved from before, how if the reasons are on your side, you wouldn’t let anything or anyone slide, because you were, right. But now, you’d, trimmed off those jagged edges of yours, and become, smoother going, you are better at, taking the perspectives of others, even when you KNOW you are right, you became, more considerate, of others’, situations, and are better able to, empathize, all thanks, to that daikon that managed to, enlighten you!