Post © 2023 by Joyce Mason
The longer I live,
the more meaningful coincidences I have. They offer everything from a blinking
red light that hollers follow me to
reminders for my to-do list.
While I’m not 100% sure of
all the ins and outs of how synchronicity works, I am certain of two things.
Synchronicity requires being in the flow of life and recognizing that everything is interconnected.
The world only appears
random. It actually operates in an order we can’t even begin to fathom. On the
Mr. Don’t Bee side of things, don’t be so preoccupied or stressed that you can’t
hear the universe tapping you on the back or it may have to hit you upside the
head to get your attention. I have experienced everything from dramatic,
life-changing interventions from synchronicities to comical Godwinks, as one
Hallmark movie series calls them.
Dramatic: In the
mid-1980s, I was minding my own business when the subject of adoption started popping
up everywhere. I am adopted and had never felt drawn to finding my birth families.
There was another adopted woman in my prayer breakfast group who was seeking to
meet her birth father she had never known. Suddenly, a new magazine sprung up
in the window of the local bookseller that was basically an ad exchange for
adoptees and birth parents who were looking for each other. Back to prayer
breakfast, another woman in the group began experiencing adoption-related
issues in her family. By the time the third omen hit, I found myself crying in
my eggs. “Alright already,” I told the Universe. I get it. I’m supposed to do
that thing I never thought I wanted to do. I was stunned, but I could not
ignore the obvious. Also, concurrently, I was having dreams about happy
reunions.
There are many more
stories I will save for the memoir I’m writing, but on the comic side, I have
noticed that the Gods of Sync are getting ever more creative in how they ask me
to be a message carrier. I belong to a Facebook group for people who want to learn
more Yiddish, one of my favorite languages. A woman was looking for a name for
her female dog that might have a nice Jewish ring to it. I kept hearing the
name Sadie in my mind. I offered it, as did some others in the large group.
When I went to Christmas dinner at the home of one of my nieces, I found out
that her family had just gotten a dog. The pooch’s original name did not fit
her, they felt, and they starting to call her Sadie. If they didn’t get the
same cosmic message I would have brought it to them. They were astonished at the
mind meld. (They are still getting used to some of my woo-woo ways.)
My favorite thing of late
is how TV commercials and other day-to-day occurrences act as reminders to me.
For example, a laundry detergent ad jogged my memory that I needed to order
some. This is starting to happen a lot, which is a real blessing considering
I’m of a certain age where I forget things more often. Today, out of the blue,
my cousin sent me a photo she found online of my investment broker in New York.
That reminded me I had some forms I had signed but had not yet sent to him.
When synchronicities heat
up, I know I am in tune with the cosmos and the path I am being gently nudged
to take. Once I can see and hear them, they are like breadcrumbs taking me to
the next place I have to go. This is the report card aspect. The more I follow
the bread trail with full faith, the more hints/markers I find. It’s like the
stars we got on our foreheads when I was a kid for a good performance at school.
Boy, that memory makes me
feel I old. I hope whenever my time comes, I go out in a blaze of breadcrumbs.
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