On Synchronicity

So driving home from work today, I was thinking (I do some of my best thinking behind the wheel!) about synchronicity, and I decided to try and describe how it feels to experience synchronicity. To start with, a definition of the concept (thanks to Bing):

synchronicity

[ ˌsiNGkrəˈnisitē ]

NOUN

1. the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection:  "such synchronicity is quite staggering"

Anyone who knows me at all, knows that I'm big on Feelings with a capital F, though, so of course I feel (ha, see what I did there?) driven to describe how it feels to experience a synchronicity, beginning with an example from my own life.

Not long ago, I had a dream where Snake figured prominently. I do a lot of dream work so had spent some time working with Snake in the days following the dream.. Shortly after that, the organizer of the drumming group I frequent posted an event with Snake energy as the main theme, so of course I signed up immediately and it was a tremendously meaningful session for me. AND, driving home from said event, I looked over to the side of the road at one point and saw a SNAKE slithering into the bushes!  Aha. Synchronicity.  Now to attempt to describe what it feels like.... it's like for that briefest moment, seconds even, something numinous is ALMOST within your grasp; like you can almost touch it if you could just reach through....something. It's like, a split-second but profound connection with the Divine.

How'd I do, ya'all? Comments welcome.

Recovery

So this morning I woke up feeling called to talk a little more about my struggle with, and subsequent recovery from, clinical depression. Depression is a terrible, insidious thing; we all know that. It robs a person of so much. For me, antidepressants were a big part of my recovery, but not all. It was a combination of meds and talk therapy (Jungian depth therapy here) that brought about my recovery. I've been off the meds for going on 2 years now, but continue with the talk therapy, because I believe there is always room for self-growth, no matter who you are. I value this work so much, and it is a challenging, most rewarding process getting to know myself so deeply. And it doesn't stop there. By improving myself and my relationship with me, I'm finding that all of my other relationships have gotten better, have gotten stronger. And for the first time in my life, I can actually see that I am indeed valued by many.  Which in turn allows me to value others more. Ah, circles... so much of life I find is circular... "The Circle of Life" isn't just a song, it's a fact, my friends!!  We are all one. Everything comes back around...

...like this post, even. What I was thinking this morning that called me to write, was about the things that depression robs us of. One thing in particular, it robs us of our passion for life. That's one of the things that meds couldn't give back to me; I found it back gradually through, you got it, talking with my therapist. I've been posting a lot on facebook lately about getting back into Girl Scouting - I'm so excited about that - that's but one of my passions that depression stole from me, and that I have re-discovered. There are quite a few others, but those are for another post.

I hope everyone has a blessed day!