DOTS OF CONNECTION | POETRY

Simple Synchronicities

When coincidences are no longer coincidences

I was just talking about that I was just thinking about that Funny — what a strange coincidence

Cumulating incidence

No longer a question of perhaps Confirmation of clarity unwraps

Pieces of the puzzle connect Boxes of conditions checked

Simple synchronicities Perfect affinities

Get me out of bed Keep me stepping ahead

To the unknown

Where dreams are grown

I no longer consider coincidences to be coincidences — the accumulation of connections too abundant to brush off as mere coincidence.

Conditions are being met. Energy is aligning. To what exactly — I only have a very vague idea. I am trying my best to stay open and amused.

I love puzzles — and connecting pieces of thought. Life is starting to feel like one giant dot-to-dot choose your own adventure game.

Dots that represent the synchronicity. When things feel right — and what I need shows up, at the exact time I need it.

The only rule I have come across is when I don’t go with my flow or break a cosmic command I am clueless about. The results — if I am paying attention enough, it will be a simple nudge. If I’m not — the consequences intensify.

The lesson is gold either way.

No right. No wrong. Just is.

My choices. My Path. My consequences. For everything — including how I handle circumstances out of my control.

Diana C has thrown glittery dots of connection upon my path with her weekly prompts of late. Each week seems to gift me a point of reflection.

This week — the icing on the cake. Synchronicities —

The prompt suggested giving a recent example.

The last year has gifted me many incidences of synchronicities I could share.

People and opportunities have turned up to help me on my way. At the exact time, I needed them.

An abundance of seeds of “art” blowing in the breeze I have been lucky to catch. Grateful for all of them. Seemingly simple, but oh so very powerful.

Each building the buds of trust in the process.

The example I am sharing though is about a close mate. I’ll call her K. Connecting dots with awareness for one of the first times.

I have known K since I was ten years old.

Our first encounter — she was sticking up for me — a stranger.

I was trying my best to ignore some bullies who had set their focus on me. She put them straight, grabbed my hand and attempted to make me see I was worthy. That I didn’t need to listen to the crap they were throwing at me. I could walk away.

K hasn’t stopped reminding me for over 30 years. Her patience and presence when my stubborn ears didn’t listen amaze me still.

She is more like a sister than a friend. We are there for each other. No matter what.

We have both suffered from anxiety over the years. K has known what it was since she was 18. I was clueless I had it too until I wasn’t.

When I realised, K’s journey made me know what I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to take meds. I saw what they did to her. How challenging it was to get off them.

Every case is different, and there is no right way to do things. We each have a choice. I delved into self-help, hypnosis, meditation, breathwork and energy. Everything I could think off to keep away from a script.

K kept an eagle eye on me. As a person who has walked alongside anxiety for years, she was a master at recognising it in others — knowing with relative certainty when things had gone too far, and it was time to step in.

I now know what all the phone calls from her “checking in” were about during my dark days.

Ok — back to the synchronicities before I tear up about how much I love her!

Fast forward to a few weeks ago.

We were on a farm stay with our families for a couple of days.

K’s husband was kind enough to look after all the kids for a few hours (including my allergy girl with all her epi-pens — was the first time besides grandparents/teachers someone has taken on the responsibility) and sent the two of us off to have a walk and chat.

As we were walking, K mentioned she had started connecting dots, inspired by the changes she had seen in me.

The name Tolstoy had called to her. A quote led to a book showing up on the counter of her local coffee shop, which led to an Eddie Vedder song she hadn’t heard of before, which led to the movie “Into the Wild”, — and then looped back to Tolstoy.

Several more connections went on, but you get the idea.

We were giggling like school girls about how it all worked.

How all these things were undoubtedly always there, it was that we weren’t in the right frame of mind to see them and make the connection.

I was busting for the loo at this point, and we went off track in search of a toilet. As we were heading back to the trail, a car went passed. The song blasting out of their windows was an old Pearl Jam song — the voice — unmistakenly Eddie Vedder.

Yep — simple.

BUT still, there it was.

A nudge from the universe telling us it was listening.

It didn’t stop there.

Days later, one of the first poems I read when I got home, was by Eli Snow

The line -

It’s all gonna happen The kind of war and peace That would make Tolstoy salivate — Eli Snow

Then came the YouTube clip.

I was attempting to find a quote on google by Eleanor Roosevelt after reading Kathryn A. LeRoy, Ph.D.’s piece

— instead, this came up top of the search list.

I chuckled.

Simple synchronicities.

Too many to ignore.

I love the process. Even though I am uncertain where it is all leading.

More than grateful to keep playing along.

Special thanks to K and Diana C for gifting the inspiration for these words and to Eli Snow & Kathryn A. LeRoy Ph.D. for planting seeds of synchronicity.

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