Synchronicity

  A very  smart , sensitive, and gorgeous  woman  I know has been discussing the concept of synchronicity with several other very smart bloggy women and it got me thinking about stuff I don't think about much any more. Synchronicity or "meaningful coincidence" is a concept that  used to fascinate me.  Over the years I have become quite  skeptical but it is something that still resonates for me - and for a long time played a big part in how I experienced reality.  

    I have had some really startling synchronistic experiences over the years- one that comes to mind immediately something that happened on a New York City subway years ago. I had come east from San Francisco, where I used to live, and was traveling on the A train under Manhattan to go and see my old friend Vivian. I was thinking about another old friend , Mimi, who I knew had recently left her home town of Boston and I was wondering where she was. For some reason I decided to move up a subway car and, you guessed it, in the next car- there sat Mimi. Very weird. 

    Just a coincidence? I don't know.  As I said, I am a pretty rational skeptical old lady these days but I *do* believe in telepathy. No, that's not correct- I don't *believe* in it , I *know* it exists. I have the usual weird little examples of "mind reading" that others have - some rather interesting and possibly worthy of another post- but one really blew my feeble little mind right out the door. When my daughters were ages two and  four I became very ill with neurological Lyme disease. The symptoms, especially at first, were intermittent. I would have weird little dizzy spells, or feelings of de -personalization and diminished muscle sense-  and they  would come and go.  At one point I was standing at the sink, washing the dishes, and my  four year old was coloring at the table ( I believe the two year old was napping). I had one of those dizzy spells - not bad enough for me to stop what I was doing, but I stopped everything and nearly dropped a dish when my daughter piped up in her squeaky little voice and said, " Mom, your Lyme disease symptoms come and go" . Exactly what I had just been thinking. My kid was and is smart ( they are both perfect, of course) but I don't think she knew the word "symptoms" at age four. It was fucking eerie.