The Unexplainable . . .

I like to believe that I am practical, pragmatic, not given to woo-woo or magical thinking, and yet . . . and yet . . .

I can allow that there are many things we, humans, do not understand (yet) and cannot explain. I have had too many experiences myself that are mysterious and unexplainable to be talked into believing that “there’s a logical explanation” for everything. Perhaps there is, but for some of these experiences, I have yet to find this explanation.

For example: more than once, I have had the experience of being as completely clear as I can be about something or some outcome I would like or like to have happen — even outcomes that appeared quite unlikely and were met with “Oh. Suure! Lotsa luck!” when I articulated them.

For example: at one point in my life, I was in a relationship with someone who was a fine art photographer. He was awarded the Prix de Rome which meant one year all expenses paid stay in Rome at the American Academy to do whatever work he chose to do.

Now I grew up in Rome from the time I was 10 until I was 21. I had not been back for 20 years. When he was awarded the Prix, I was determined that he would not go to my city with me remaining in my modest California cabin teaching my piano students and taking care of my dog!

My divorce had recently become final, and my ex-husband and I sold our house. I had some money, so I could afford to take a year off from teaching and go to Italy, but I felt that I needed to find someone to sublet my cottage, teach my piano students, and take care of my dog. I had a clear picture in my mind of what I wanted and told everyone in my circle of friends. More often than not, I was met with the “Oh. Suure.” response accompanied with the rolling of eyes.

One day, I got a phone call from a young man who introduced himself as a graduate student in music at Indiana State University. He was taking a year off and wondering if I could give him some tips on getting some piano students locally (he’d gotten my name from someone in the music community in which I was known and had a bit of a reputation).

I asked him if he liked dogs.

This young man came to my cottage, sublet it for a year, taught my piano students and took care of my dog.

I went to Rome for a year.

This is one instance of my making sure I could be as clear as possible in articulating what I wanted and then essentially sitting back and watching it manifest (I know, I know. Using that word would convince anyone that I’d seriously crossed over to the woo-woo side of things). But all I can say is that this is one instance, among several, in which I feel that there are energies, forces, unexplainable currents that intersect and connect and are congruent, and whether it involves my thoughts finding the articulation of what I want or what I want already existing and my thoughts tuning into what already is — I don’t know. But it’s surely as close to magic as anything I’ve experienced in my many years of navigating through this life.

Stay tuned for more magic.

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