Thursday, May 19, 2011

"The platform of surrender"

     Synchronicity is an intensely personal experience. By linking the outer, material world with the inner workings of the mind, each occurrance has purpose and meaning that's seemingly customized for each individual. This is what grabs the attention, knowing beyond all doubt that something has just occurred that's well beyond the constraints of what we accept as possible. There's a lot of speculation out there as to whether or not the intent of the force behind these events is entirely benevolent. I can only speak from the perspective of my own experiences, but I believe that the purpose of these events has it's basis in goodness. The small, synchronistic incidents I began to notice several years ago left me perplexed and full of wonder. Gradually, these gave way to larger occurrances that have given me glimpses into something that I feel to my core is sacred in nature.

     One such instance happened a few years ago. I'd gotten into the habit of trying to project feelings of appreciation and gratitude, silently thanking whoever would listen for what I was experiencing in any given moment. Usually it was for some simple joy, like being with my family or laughing with my son. I always try to make a special effort to recognize and appreciate beautiful, fleeting moments as they happen, so I'd often think to myself, "Thank you for the gift of time with each other."

     Fast forward several months. My husband, T, has a former employer, an exeptionally nice man, M, who he sees very infrequently.  T came home one afternoon after seeing M. and handed me a small box, saying, "This is from M." I was surprised and asked what was the occasion. T shrugged and said, "He just said he and his wife were out and when they saw it they thought of you." I have to add here that I really don't know them well at all, having seen them both only a couple of times over many years; and really, there's nothing they could have seen that would bring me to mind. I even commented, "What could possibly have made them think of me?" Intrigued, I opened the box. Inside was a silver picture frame in the shape of an angel with an inscription around the border that stunned me as I read it. It says, "The best thing to hold onto in life is each other." For a moment, I didn't even know what to think. Here I was holding tangible evidence that I had obviously been heard. My silent prayer of gratitude, that I had never once spoken aloud, had literally been answered. 

Even after all this time I can't think about it without feeling an enormous sense of reverence and awe. That picture frame, bought on an inexplicable whim by people I hardly know, is one of my most treasured possessions. To me it represents a bridge between the material and the ethereal, a connection between the mind and the extraordinary.

"There is no such thing as chance; and what seems to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny."  Friedrich Schiller

1 comment:

  1. Wow.

    This is an awesome story, and I mean that in the literal sense of the word.

    Thanks for sharing. :-)