Sychronicity at Work

     I don't believe that 'everything happens for a reason,' as the saying goes. I do believe that some things happen for a reason, for instance to move you forward in a decision, or get you thinking about a situation you're  in that might no longer be beneficial. I think that these events of synchronicity are not of our making, but come to us at a time when we need a change, a reflection, a move of one kind or another.
     When I was young, I saw synchronicity as an event that would push me in a direction. For instance, a break up with a boyfriend, or waking up too late to go to class and give a presentation in a design class, made me think it was definitely time to drop out of my college studies and head for Manhattan and become an actress. Maybe that was so, maybe it was just what I wanted to believe was the right course for me.  I did not pursue acting for very long, deciding after two years that was not what my inner drive was made for, but art and design, after all.
     Many years later, I still know that the best thing I ever did for myself was make that move, at that time, and do what I did.  College was still there for me to return to, and I discovered that I had developed a thick skin about my creative endeavors, which allowed me, in later years to take direction and do well financially with my talents, and not waste time on sensitive feelings, if a client or agent did not love one of my designs as much I as thought they should. Living in Manhattan and doing odd modeling jobs, soap opera walk-ons, and generally living from hand to mouth for those two years, also taught me that I never had to be afraid to work free lance in anything I chose. Another successful outcome of my youthful desire to  become an actress. My late husband and  I did some technical legal work for over 30 years, free lance, had many clients, free time and a bountiful living.
     Maybe breaking up with a short term boyfriend whom I seldom ever thought of again, or missing a class project deadline and earning a 'D' as a grade, was synchronicity at work, pushing me on to something else: Manhattan. At the time, I thought it was a calling for me to become an actress. Looking back, the picture seems much bigger:  it was a calling for me to make a change that would reveal what direction I really wanted to go in, no matter how badly I was stuck on that actress notion. Those acting class taught me much more than how to act.
    Many years later, I feel that meeting certain people is synchronicity. I can usually feel it when I meet them, right off, even though the purpose of our connection may not be divulged right away. It may even take years. I feel a certain, and important influence by their smile, their comment, or the way they walk past me. If I try to ignore the feeling, it keeps coming back to me, whenever I see them or hear of them. I tell myself it might be a simple attraction to a man, and I can just turn my head and it won't matter, but certain signals are pointing to this person for some reason.
      The type of person that needs an explanation for everything, by 'explaining everything away,' as I see it, might say this were just a simple male - female attraction, but I don't think so. Maybe we were brought together for some other purpose, during a time of reflection, for both of us, in our lives. So separate for even the several years we have known one another, and now, at a time for action, I, at least, will make new and important choices in my life because he spoke to me about miscellaneous topics and shared some laughter with me. What does it mean for him, I wonder, and is this reciprocal synchronicity, or is it just meant for me?  I have no doubt that Time will reveal the reason, and a new path.

Stay Calm

     When I was getting very low, just around Christmastime last year, and wondering how I could free myself from an unhappy relationship, I kept having a thought of my departed husband being in a bookstore he used to frequent, and felt he was there, waiting for me.  I drove past the place several times in a week, and felt such a pull, that I wanted to stop and see if there were anything to explore, or see.
     One day I made up my my mind to go there, stopped, and walked around the building, now occupied by other businesses, and went to the window where once a large history section used to be.  I did not see anything with my earthly eyes, but felt that he was there, a book in hand, and looking over his glasses at me from out of the window. I had been crying so much that week, and felt the tears flowing again, until I heard him in my mind, saying to me,"stay calm." There was no other message from him.
    Staying calm was the last thing on my mind, as patience has never been my strong point. I was hurt, angry, lonely, and trapped, and I wanted some sort of revelation about what I could do, immediately, to wriggle out of my current situation. But nothing else was said. He was looking at me, still, as if he intended that I take his words seriously. "Stay calm."
    Oddly, and very unlike me, I stopped crying, walked away, and felt a strange sense of peace. Four months later, as I write this, I still see him, and hear his words, and it has kept me strangely tranquil in the middle of an on going tempest in my daily life. I believe the impact of this vision will keep reminding me to return to this state of calm, at least until I am able to take action and end a failing relationship, which  I can't repair, and which robs me of my energy.
    When I have experiences that I can't explain, I simply leave it at that. I don't try to explain it away, by saying I was tired or distraught, or that in my grief I  only wished that I would have such an experience.  Nor do I insist it was really the spirit of my husband coming to comfort me. It was otherworldly, whether in in my subconscious,  or from God's hand. I just remind myself that there is a lot out there we don't know about, and that is explanation enough for this very powerful vision. I will put my feet up and wait until the moment is right, all on its own, and do little to rush it, which may cause everyone more pain.

Sky Blue Wulf, calmly waiting...