Shawarma and Synchronicity

[The following (upbeat) post was written the day before my mother had the emergency that put her in the hospital and eventually took her life. However, I felt I should post it now instead of deleting it, as we revisited the restaurant last night and the memory brought me comfort.]

Waves of Sound - Orange and Yellow

We were in a restaurant that we hadn’t been to in a while, inspired by the the post-credit scene from The Avengers. Yeah, we knew a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. Okay, more like two towns from here.

Only the place we go is trendy, unlike the one in the movie scene. Has a bar, but no dance floor. Open kitchen. Really just a family restaurant with exotic atmosphere. Plays my favorite kind of music: progressive house. Oh, sure. You didn’t know? I’m one of those graying old skool kids. Surprise. So…

We’re sitting there near the kitchen, finishing off our tasty shawarmas and people-watching. Then a song from my current repeat-playlist starts to fill the room. It’s one that speaks to me during this strange time in my life.

David knows it. He holds my hand. We listen.

But then something unusual happens: I notice an older woman nodding her head to the music. Then another woman, much younger than me, dancing by the hallway near the bar. I see a man at the bar whose lips are moving to the words. And another woman near the window tapping her hand in time with the bass line. One of the servers at the soft drink station briefly sways to the beat.

I mention it to David.

He sees another guy, sitting somewhere behind me, thrumming to the music.

“Six people.”

“Yeah. And to think when we walked in, they were strangers.”

I was struck by the idea that a song that moves me also moves others. That, for a brief time, we were all connected by one song. In a restaurantโ€”not at a rave.

I loved it. It was a fascinating part of an already-good day.

Oh, and: no, I’m not sharing which song. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Maybe I’ll catch you in a restaurant one day and we’ll see what happens next. Shawarma, anyone?


Filed under Arizona, Food, Journal, Life, Music, Phoenix

22 responses to “Shawarma and Synchronicity

  1. I’m glad it brought you comfort, and I learned a new word and a new food. Yes, I looked up several videos so I could find out what it was.

    • karengadient

      Oops. I should have added a link or explanation! I’ll have to edit it. Yes, it’s a delicious food. One of our favorites.

  2. Wonderful story! I’m glad you decided to share it. Thank you. The universe sometimes works in interesting ways. ๐Ÿ™‚ *hugs*

  3. That is excellent. ๐Ÿ™‚ I have one particular person (my partner M) with whom that happens all the time–we seem to speak the same musical language. It’s always a delight to see happening in others at the same time.

  4. Now I know what a shawarma is and want one! I’m glad you found some comfort. *hugs*

  5. There is something about music. It bonds us like nothing else. I wonder if other animals experience that. Chimp research, anyone?

    • karengadient

      Truly, music connects us. Arts of all kinds do. You know, I think there have been studies with other animals. I recall seeing something about apes and music on NPR.

  6. I’d never heard of shawarma until I saw The Avengers. I’m also glad that you found connection and comfort.

  7. Oh – this is so good Karen, sounds like a really good scene from a novel! I suppose our lives are a bit story like at times, well, mine is anyway, some things that have happened to me you just wouldn’t believe! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Music is a strange thing, a language all of it’s own. And yes, we rarely give much thought as to how many thousands of other people, just like us, love that same track that means so much to us! I hope you have some more of these moments again, they certainly make life just a little more sweet! ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Such a lovely, touching story, it’s amazing the power music has to connect us all. Thank you for sharing your memory ๐Ÿ™‚ x

  9. Thank you, Karen, for sharing this beautiful post. At one – interconnected in so many ways. A reminder that such sacred moments – bonds – are continuous, and cannot be broken.

  10. You have captured a moment of supreme beauty. In our fractured and divided world moments of unity seem to me of greatest hope. My deepest condolences, and respects. I observe from this post, and many others that you have a kind, and beautiful heart. This post was powerful, to say the least. Thank you!

  11. Beautiful post. Sorry to hear about your loss. My mother passed away a few years ago and I know it can be quite a blow. However, I found as it seems you have too, that tragic events can lead to a renewed appreciation for life and love and can offer inspiration for great art that is a celebration of life.

    • karengadient

      Thank you for your sweet words. So true. Life is journey and the memory of our loved ones keeps our path true — to them and to ourselves.

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