This story qualifies as a cluster synchronicity. It isn’t mind-blowing, but is one of those curious events that seizes your attention.
Within minutes of publishing Max’s story the other day, The Magic Teapot, a friend send an email about an exhibit in Miami featuring Max, the legendary crystal skull. I remarked to Rob that if we came across another “Max” that day, it would qualify as a synchronicity.
An hour later, at the beginning of Rob’s yoga class, I asked the guy next to me if he ad his wife would be interested in adopting one of the stray cats we were feeding. He sort of chuckled and said, “We can’t do cats. Max would eat it whole.” Max is his dog.
