Gestating.

Gestating in my head for the last day is a subject I yearn to write about - and one that has probably been cooking in me for 20 years: the idea of synchronicity, how we all can tap into a "collective" mind or thoughts, how our energy is interconnected. In the last century this family of notions clearly fell into the realm of "woo woo," not to be taken seriously -- and I firmly believe that in the next 50 years or so, there will only be a minority of people who *won't* grasp these concepts and accept them as "real." I envision various forms of energy healing will be de rigueur along with traditional medicine; that people will treat the vibe/mood of others as something that is known to be infectious (for either good or bad) and will choose their relationships accordingly; and possibly, most importantly, that societal problems will be attacked from all angles from the onset because people will finally grasp that building prisons without buffering early childhood education solves nothing. Okay, call me an idealist - but better to at least have a hopeful vision of the future.

Back to my gestating piece... I came to the idea of noticing "synchronicities" as a possible way of navigating meaning in one's life way back in the very early 1990s when I read "The Celestine Prophecy," a brilliant exhibition of these ideas, (albeit with mediocre writing). So when I have enough "thinking margin" in my life (which is starting to happen again now that M is becoming more self-sufficient - yay!) I can focus to the point of noticing and contemplating these synchronicities. Maybe it's navel gazing to a degree, but I'd rather have some kind of texture to my life than simply go from meal to meal, bedtime to bedtime, etc.

The quick recap of this week's building coincidences: On Monday in Italian class the story we read was about an Italian shaman-type woman who created a telepathic experience for a village woman whose husband deserted her. Then we all talked about various personal telepathic experiences, something that 20 years ago would've probably been laughed at. On Tuesday, I saw my own "energy healer" of sorts for a Body Talk session (okay, another huge subject to tackle elswhere...) and had an experience where she nearly verbatim asked aloud the question I wrote about in my previous post ("How do I take care of me while simultaneously taking care of my family/friends, etc.?") Did this looming paradoxical question in me somehow jump out at her during our session? And then on Wednesday, my lunch with L reveals her new fascination with an Amazonian plant with hallucinogenic properties (more in a couple days). Her description of it was nearly identical to my stoner "screenplay" idea, which totally floored me as I have never heard much about this plant, much less ever experienced a hallucinogenic trip. These coincidences have so many layers of meta-coincidence - but at this time I'm not capable of making sense of it all. I guess these thoughts just need more time to gestate...