Yesterday, a few hours before this post that I didn’t know about or even know to look for, I spilled a cup of water on the table that’s the catch-all of the media room.
Among the dozen or so items that had to be moved to wipe up the mess was my dog-eared copy of “After Her”. No idea how long it’s been since I read it, but I remembered it moved me and I wanted to re-visit the thoughts.
Now it’s Sunday morning, and without warning, January Black’s alter ego appears in my substack feed.
Synchronicity is everywhere we’re not looking.
Yesterday, a few hours before this post that I didn’t know about or even know to look for, I spilled a cup of water on the table that’s the catch-all of the media room.
Among the dozen or so items that had to be moved to wipe up the mess was my dog-eared copy of “After Her”. No idea how long it’s been since I read it, but I remembered it moved me and I wanted to re-visit the thoughts.
Now it’s Sunday morning, and without warning, January Black’s alter ego appears in my substack feed.
You have my attention. 💥
Synchronicity is everywhere, indeed.
Moments before reading your comment, I was discussing Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity with a woman I recently met in London.
I’ve found them to be little clues from the universe that I’m on the right path.
Seeing your comment today was one of those clues for me. So, thank you.
And, God bless you for that dog-eared copy.