a storefront in Winslow, Arizona
Lauren Raines is an artist who lives in Arizona and is now headed east for the summer. She’s documenting the trip on her blog, Threads of the Spiderwoman,
Since travel is conducive to synchronicity, Lauren is also including her synchro experiences. Here’s one that struck me as particularly powerful:
An acquaintance I haven’t heard from in years writes to tell me about an amazing, bright and talkative little boy she met in Brooklyn this summer while she was doing face painting at an outdoor festival. She painted his face, and was amazed at how charming he was, and got to talking with his father as well.
My acquaintance mentioned that she had done the New York Renaissance Faire, and he said that his wife’s mother had done it for a while as well. She realized, in the course of speaking with him, that she was painting my grandson’s face……….which is kind of amazing, since my daughter and I have been out of touch for 6 years now (the reasons aren’t necessary to go into here).
What are the odds? Once more, I’m blessed to remember that, no matter what’s happening on surfaces of our lives, we’re all really connected, a part of each other, at the roots.
With these kinds of synchros that involve such enormous odds, I’m always left to wonder who or what is orchestrating this stuff, anyway?
Happy 4th of July to all our American friends!
Thanks so much for sharing this! And for the stories that others have shared demonstrating how truly interconnected we all really are.
What a wonderful synchro. Of course we are all connected. I am constantly amazed at how normal it feels to have one of these happen in my life these days. 🙂
Same here, DJan.
really neat story – as is cj’s – both of which remind me of the little girl named ruth that my mother met as a child and with whom she became lifelong friends – not only did they share the same name but they looked enough alike to be twins – it was uncanny – there were other things of their story that i simply cannot recall but eerily weird, all of it – i may have told you that story and/or sent you their childhood photo at some point –
I remember that photo!
Connections….I think I may have told this story previously, but it bears repeating.
We’ve lived in this city now for almost 32 years. Not long after re-locating here, when I went to open my bank account, I discovered there is another CC also living here: same first and last name as mine. I would run across her name over those early years in first one way and then another, would receive telephone calls for her, etc.
Finally I decided to legally insert my middle initial in everything as a means of separating the two of us. In 1988, on the front page of our local newspaper, there was a story about a bad automobile accident. This person was in the accident, (but fortunately not badly injured), and from that news article, I learned that she and I are the very same age, we are both RNs, have both worked at the same hospital but at different times.
And here’s the astonishing synchro: in the accident, the other CC was driving the very same make, model, year, and color of the car that I was driving!! And to compound the synchros, a couple of weeks prior to HER accident, I had been involved in a smaller fender-bender in my neighborhood that had smashed the front end of my vehicle! I keep telling myself I’m going to make it a point to meet her, but haven’t yet done it. What are the odds, in a town no bigger than ours, of such synchronicities?? Somewhere along the way, she and I MUST be connected…both of us have our last names by marriage.
I was just looking over a chapter in the new synchro book we are working on called What in a Name? It’s about name synchros and then I read your comment, Connie. Good one! Of course, probably the best known historic name synchro is about Umberto 1, king of Italy at the turn of the 20th century. The list of coincidences between the two Umbertos is astonishing and I have yet to see anyone dismiss the story as either false or somehow explainable by ordinary means.
Very powerful. Not sure what to write other than to say I feel that there are some people we are connected to more strongly than with the rest of the population – and usually for good reason.