Synchronicity

commonly referred to as coincidence

From left to right, Mickey, Jen and Deb

Synchronicity is the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible casual connection.

I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was reading The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron and would be working through the course. The exercises have proven to be highly thought-provoking as well as enlightening. I'll share some of what I've learned in the coming weeks. But today, I want to talk about synchronicity.

Typically when we discuss synchronicity or serendipity, we use these terms to describe events that seem to fit together perfectly, as if we had planned them. Julia asks us to stretch ourselves enough to allow for the possibility that there's nothing magical about these types of events, that it's the hand of God (replace with your belief), that we are always supported by a higher power, and most notably when we help ourselves or one another.

I find a certain logic in that idea because, as a parent, any time my children did something extraordinary to help themselves, I wanted to reward them. Actually, nothing's changed; I still want to do that even though they are adults. Why would God/Universe/your own belief be any different?

The book also suggests we start paying attention to events around us, which we might write off as coincidences. I must admit, it hasn't taken long to notice a pattern.

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Backtracking, I have a new job. Remember Mickey, the lovely lady I've written about a few times here and here? Well, I'm now working part-time with her at her tasting room on the weekends after a bit of manifesting on my part. I love this change, and no doubt my work experiences will provide future subject matter for posts.

I was scheduled to work on Sunday afternoon a week ago. That morning we had taken our neighbors Barbara and David to the airport. They had attended a crab feed the night before and surprised us with a carton of crab to take home for dinner. I LOVE crab. And this year, Rick and I couldn't attend any crab feeds, much to my disappointment. I did manage to buy a crab at the grocery store, which I was grateful for, but that never tastes like a crab feed or crab at a restaurant. Anyway, I digress.

We thanked Barbara and David and sent them on their way. That afternoon we enjoyed the crab for lunch before I left for work. It did not disappoint. I told Rick, "the only thing missing is some good bread." Even without bread, we couldn't make a dent in the crab. Barb and David were beyond generous with the portion they bought for us.

Rick suggested I take the remainder to Mickey. I texted her to see if she liked crab. The answer came back immediately—- "I love crab."

Mickey had just returned from a difficult family funeral for her young niece. I loved that Barbara and David's kindness was stretching beyond Rick and me, but I wasn't yet connecting the concept of synchronicity. That would come.

As I wrote in the post I linked above, Mickey has many supporters in town. I always knew that, but now that I've been working with her for a month, I can see that I underestimated how many and why.

As I entered the tasting room, Mickey was chatting with two wonderful supporters of hers, Deb and Jen. It was a stormy day, and we would get little traffic. Mickey asked Deb and Jen if they liked crab. They answered with a unanimous yes. They had some fantastic olive bread with them that they had brought back from the Bay Area. Hmmm, the bread I mentioned might be missing?

The three of them sat down at one of the tables, I poured their favorite wines, and they talked and laughed for the next few hours. While I participated in some of the conversations, for the most part, I was helping a customer here and there or doing some chore that needed to be done. As I busied myself, I could hear Mickey's voice changing, softening. Something close to joy replaced the sorrow I had heard when I arrived.

It was then that I thought about the subject I'd been reading about, synchronicity… a sweetness from a higher power, that series of events that work together mysteriously.

I smiled inwardly and snapped a photo for what I knew would become a post.

PS- Deb and Jen sent me home with a hunk of the olive bread, which I buttered and ate with the remainder of my crab later that evening. Blessings.