SYNCHRONICITY

Travelling across time zones has been on my mind as I wait to hear of the return of loved ones from their holiday abroad. ‘Synchronise your watches’ is something I recall from our trip a year ago: be sure to do this so that everything can happen at the same time. Real time. Real time? One of my children is always an hour behind my time and, during the northern winter another slips behind by two.

There is a synchronicity in having similar thoughts and reaching out when needed, despite chronological time. This sense of timing and resonance can leave us with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Indeed, our playful universe has a habit of springing surprises even on the dullest of days, uplifting parts of my soul and filling me with a sense of wonder: finding long-forgotten objects in incongruous places. Today it was a little book filled with interesting quotations. Yesterday it was realising how our lives become entwined with those of others – some only ephemerally and others with longer lasting bonds.

All this tidying up I am trying to get through saw me going through a thickly dust-covered box filled with letters and copies of e-mails: within were interesting conversations, congratulations, thank you letters, notes of appreciation, mini-travelogues and a mutual sharing of lives from ever distant places.

Years of talking, laughing, and crying together, have led to a particular understanding with close friends that no longer require explanations – it is as if we have developed a unified consciousness which deepens our sense of connectedness. Meaningful coincidences occur so often that we realise that time and distance diminish as we age. How often it happens that a message arrives or the phone rings just when we are thinking of someone we hold dear. We, along with those we love, become a melting pot of consciousness. We see the same sun and admire the full moon from wherever we are. We share the sight of a bird; the wonder of a grandchild; we lean on each other in times of need; celebrate when the time is right; learn about the synchronicity of our future; and can revel in lasting future love and friendship.

26 thoughts on “SYNCHRONICITY

  1. Yes, lovely, lovely post, which brought to mind the song “Synchronicity” by The Police. And, in a case of synchronicity, about 20 minutes ago, on NPR I listened to a piece about a new book about—ta-da!—The Police, written by the drummer.

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  2. A thought-provoking post. Several decades ago a cousin who had emigrated to Australia in her teens visited my parents on a trip to England. She, Gillian, was now middle aged. We joined the family group to meet her. The next day I boarded a crowded underground train at Oxford Circus. As often happened there was one empty seat while so many people were standing. I fought my way to it and sat down – next to Gillian who I would not have known had I not met her the day before.

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  3. “unified consciousness which deepens our sense of connectedness.” You’ve said it so well.
    Your post reminded me once again that though far from friends I’m so lucky to have them, so lucky to be part of that unified consciousness.

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  4. A lovely post, Anne. Some years ago my daughter was working in Dubai. We had to synchronise times for Skype calls. Sometimes it was a 2 hour difference, and sometimes 3 hours.

    Remembering old friends is important, too. I am still in touch with three of my old school friends, but because of distance, we rarely meet. But when we do, it’s as though we’d seen each other only yesterday. I’ve had friends since, but with moving around a lot we ‘lost touch’.

    You don’t lose touch with real friends, though. It’s the ‘unified consciousness’.

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    • You are right about real friends: they know us so well that explanations are not required. It is wonderful to pick up where one left off, no matter how many years before 🙂

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  5. What a creative, fun way to connect over so many miles physically separating you and yours. I appreciate your thoughts, and the Jung quote.

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