Here’s one from Jim Banholzer, who mourns the thought that some people don’t take synchronicity seriously or aren’t interested in hearing about it.
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On a recent morning, while assembling some furniture with a colleague, I inserted an old unmarked music tape for background accompaniment. As we found Gordon Lightfoot crooning at us from the truck tailgate, I noticed a slight shift in the atmosphere. Looking up, I spied a thousand feet above, some; red, white and blue cloud wisps, leading a dark storm front. I felt a certain freedom, gazing skyward, and it crossed my mind that doing so is a special privilege, reserved for fools, children and shaman.
Suddenly in the midst of our busy workstation, a singular raindrop landed right between us, while Gordon sang a stanza from Early Morning Rain. The raindrop actually flew equilaterally between the tape deck and us, precisely as it played the ‘rain’ refrain.
Excitedly, I pointed out how this was a synchronicity, but my workmate’s reaction was mute. This saddened me slightly, and shortly, I tried to diagram the special coincidence. However, it was clear that she was not interested in hearing me babble on about raindrop synchronicities or signal graces.
Later on, I thought that maybe she was right; this was not a synchronicity at all, but rather a wistful teardrop from the cherub leading the storm front, sad by her blindness to meaningful coincidences.
It could be though, that my friend secretly believes in synchronicity. And as Gordon Lightfoot might contemplate: For some folks it’s easier to ‘jump a jet plane’ than it is to scratch beneath the freight train surface of their personal beliefs.
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Lyrics for Gordon Lightfoot’s (1963) Early Morning Rain:
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
Im a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
Protect the foot, protect the food … and a few other major parts connection?!
I think that is referred to as a bolt from the blue.
I certainly appreciate the multitude of thoughtful comments, regarding meaningful coincidences.
Yesterday evening, I attended a beautiful wedding. It was a hot day and just after the bride and groom made their special vows, a welcome breeze filled the air. Several people noticed this, and somebody commented that this was the breath of God, blessing the ceremony.
I seized this opportunity, to bring up Trish and Rob’s Synchronicity blog in several conversations and noticed that whenever I said, “We all have our meaningful coincidences,” I could sense a powerful story coming to the forefront of each person, even if they didn’t want to immediately want to share it.
The sockdolager of the evening came, when one lady, who appreciated the significance of the blessing breeze, said that when she attended her father’s funeral some years ago; a loud thunderbolt clapped in the atmosphere at the precise moment, when they slammed his casket tight – literally stunning every attendee.
I guess it's not only the Raindrop Connection, but also the Foot Connection!
Rob
The name “Lightfoot” seems to further enhance the “FOOT” synchronicities as of late.
The name Gordon is Scottish, meaning "Great Hill". Then there is “Light” and “Foot”. The word light in original sense meant to touch down to alight… to alight from a horse… the ‘sun’ alights on the earth during the day). The word “foot” (podis/pedis/pad) is related to the words ‘path’ and ‘pasture’. Note the similarity of ‘foot’ to ‘food’,from pascere–protect, provide and feed (also the root of pastor, padre, pere, father and pester).
The significance of a “great hill” (Gordon) is revealed via etymology. Hills were originally used for protection against winters of the Pleistocene – the last glacial event which ended around 15,000 years ago. During this epoch, Eurasia, where our ancestors lived, was mostly glacial Ice and permafrost land. Our words reveal that these ancestors had ‘buried’ themselves in a ‘Borough’ (related to burg/berg… from root ‘beorg’ – hill). This is further confirmed by the word ‘bury’ which is akin via the root word ‘beorgan’-from Proto Germanic root *burzjanan—meaning to protect, shelter, guard. What ties it all together is that the colder months names ending with the prefix ‘ber’ (from ‘beorg’-shelter)… and then there is the consistent use of ‘berg’, ‘burg’, ‘burgh’ ‘bury’ and ‘borough’ at the end of place names ie: Luxemburg, Sudbury, Edinburgh , etc.. And interestingly, also related are the words ‘barge’, ‘fury’ and ‘wary’ (since letter ‘U’, ‘V’, ‘F’ were in origin a ‘B’ note: January and February).
The interesting thing about permafrost lands is that they produce phenomena known today as “Pingo’s”—giant hills the size of volcanoes … except that they have a core of solid ice. These were once flat land and little vales of thick peat that covered aquifers below shallow bedrock… which as we know when frozen would rise, forming giant boroughs. Just ‘bore’ out the core and you get a hollow ‘borough’…shelter.
I know that this may seem ‘boring’, however if all of this is a form of a warning, then perhaps we should allow time to be bored.
THANK YOU — JIM — SOOO INTERESTING.
AGNES DELANEY , COUPON, PA
Thanks for the link.
It's funny to see what synchronicities appear once you pay attention to them. I wrote about one and put a link to you. Peace.
I also feel sorry when others miss the daily marvels and graces, often including music and nature. I personally hope that when I point out a synchronicity to someone, and they give me a blank stare, that I've at least tossed a seed soon to find fertile soil.
I believe!
That's a cool one, Nancy. Looks like a confirmation to pursue the practice! & Jim, what a terrific story. – Trish
beautiful story – notwithstanding the friend's lack of association with it's beauty – and gordon lightfoot – dear heavens! had to stop and run over to youtube to bask in his vocal glory for a while – thanks for bringing this neat story to us!
I think the song and then the raindrop was synchronicity. Yesterday I wrote a pice on a Buddhist practice, on how to achieve happiness, and the day before on blue sky. Then I found an article on the Dalai Lama in the NYT, about achieving happiness, that ended with a notation on blue sky.