Creativity and Synchronicity

This one comes from author Nancy Pickard:

“A few months ago, I was at my local library, thinking about a plot that would involve a young woman on a solo driving trip along back roads. As I was thinking about that, I felt an impulse to turn into the large-print section, and then to stop and pull out a book seemingly at random. On the cover there was a drawing of a young woman on a solo driving tour on a back road! I laughed to myself and took it as a signal to keep going with that book idea.

When I left the library, as I drove away, I was thinking of a certain phrase related to the same book that I was considering writing. I turned on the radio and that phrase was the first thing I heard coming out of the speaker. After I got over feeling startled, I interpreted it as another bit of synchronistic encouragement to go on working on that book idea.”

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2 Responses to Creativity and Synchronicity

  1. Trish and Rob MacGregor says:

    Great story! Thanks for posting it and thanks to Nancy for sending you this way!

  2. Hank Phillippi Ryan says:

    Okay–my first story is about this very blog. Tonight, literally, a hour ago, my husband and I were at the grocery. Up came a random colleague of my husband’s and his cute young son. The colleague burst out laughing. I was just thinking about you, he said, because the only other time I’ve ever seen you two togther was was right here, a month or so ago. And then, I turned around and there you were!

    “Synchronicity,” I said. (It wasn’t, of course. Well, not yet at least.)

    And then I come home, check on my dear Nancy Pickard’s blog, and she sends me here.

    And so it was.

    But one more.

    I had a really striking dream, way too complicated to explain here but incredibly rich and meaningful.

    I woke up from it, crying, in a good way. And said to myself, oh, I’ll remember this. Which even as I said it, I knew were famous last works–I never remember dreams as clearly as they need to be.

    Then I looked at my digital alarm clock. It said 4:11. Oh, 411, I thought. That’s the number for information. This dream is giving me information.

    I got right up and wrote it down. I still cry when I read the notes.

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