In old films, and perhaps in real life, people would write their story or message, roll it up, and set it adrift in a bottle for the sea to carry. When I created this space, that image lingered in my mind.
I worried — anxious that telling my story through my own eyes might discard all the other perspectives. I have always been the one to step into others’ shoes; I have lived that way my whole life.
So think of this as a message in a bottle. I roll it carefully and place it into the most ordinary glass vessel, because deep inside I know: my story, compared to so many on this earth, is simply “normal.” But this isn’t a race of who suffers more. Your pain and my pain can exist side by side; they are both valid, they both matter.
So I let this bottle drift quietly into the waves, hoping that maybe, if I’m lucky, someone will find it, open it, and glimpse a story of me – an absolute no one. Just another ordinary human on this earth. And if no one does, that is okay too. This still remains: a fragment of existence, a little moon hedgehog leaving faint marks upon the shore of time.
Measured against the long breath of earth and history, I may be nothing. But even “nothing” longs to leave its echo, even if time washes it away.
So if you stumble across this shore – please be kind to these marks. And thank you, for touching, even lightly, the story of “nothing.”
A Small World of a Moon Hedgehog 