Synchronicity

I find myself in a quiet kind of awe, watching the synchronicity of life play out.

I feel myself part of it, intimately woven in, yet not the director of this show. Not in the way I once believed I was.

Watching the replay of Thursday’s meeting. I laughed at the “getting sick of suffering” theme. Which was undeniably alive in me when it was recorded. A simple example of synchronicity, playful in its timing, yet I’ve found it moves in far more mysterious and unexplainable ways than that.

The ‘mystery’ feels as though it’s becoming more and more fine-tuned.

As science evolves, the bandwidth of what can be named expands. What was once called “magic” or “mystery” gradually folds into the known. The boundary between the two is soft and shifting. The unknown moves closer and further at the same time like an event horizon.

Simultaneously, as this brain, heart, and body awaken, they are able to take in more mystery. To even make sense of it in some way. Not to know the unknown, not like that, but to ‘be’ closer to it. To dwell in it and as it.

The mystery feels like an ever-refining point of singularity, not something to be reached or conquered, but something to witness, something to move from and something to dance with in synchronicity.