Way (a long way) back in September, I found a blog post by Stan Stewart (muz4now™) who has a must-read blog, with the song title, What’s Love Got to do With It” as the title of his post.
Pause.
Oh, I hope I remember what I wanted to say. Since it’s been two months, some of my experiences may be sketchy or just gone into the ether, or wherever forgotten thoughts go.
At first this was simply going to be about the synchronicity that I experienced with my daughter, Adriana and Stan. More thoughts have come to the surface as well as more synchronicities.
I had begun writing a comment on Stan’s blog post and before I finished I looked at how long it was. It was becoming long enough to be a blog post. So I decided to blog about it. And then I allowed distractions to block the creative flow. At least for blogging here.
That’s funny. Not funny ha-ha, but my having distractions is synchronistic with Stan’s blog post that wouldn’t have happened had I written this sooner. And, how about that, synchronicity is what this blog post is mainly about.
Even after all these years, I’m still fascinated by this mystical phenomenon. Perhaps even more so now than when I first became aware of them and began my synchronistic journey, which, evolved into a spiritual journey of majestic proportions that I never imagined. And now, I’ve become part of the cosmic dance. Flowing and growing as I encounter challenges along the way.
I firmly and sincerely believe that everything happens for a reason. Even my Bunny’s recent death and the grieving process I continue to experience have their purposes. We just may not know the reason(s) immediately, if ever.
Now, on to the synchronistic story.
The day before I read Stan’s blog post, Adriana (my daughter) was downloading different types of music onto her cell phone. I looked at the list she was scrolling through and when she got to one of Tina Turner’s albums, I knew the album but for some reason, I couldn’t remember her name! And it either didn’t say or was too small for me to see. I’m pretty sure it was the latter.
As Adriana scrolled down, I thought, “How can I forget her name?” She’s a phenomenal woman! I knew who she was and it was on the tip of my tongue. But I didn’t ask her to go back and check. She was doing her thing and at the time it wasn’t important. Not that I completely let it go mind you.
Have you ever forgotten the name of someone who you wouldn’t expect to forget? A name might slip my mind for a second or two, but this time it just seemed to be hiding deep in my subconscious mind as a thread of it dangled on my tongue.
One thing I’ve always admired about Tina Turner is her intoxicating energy and what great shape she’s in. I especially admire her legs. I used to have legs like that. I wonder how many hours per week she works out, besides her performances on stage. I only know this by what I’ve seen on TV, so I can only imagine how it would feel to actually be there experiencing that energy. I wonder how she feels after the show.
On the day that I read Stan’s blog post, before I read it, for personal reasons, I was thinking the exact words of it’s title, “What’s love got to do with it?” blog post. And I still couldn’t remember her name. It was still dangling on the tip of my tongue.
I wasn’t tearing myself up over this or losing sleep. You could say I was being somewhat stubborn with myself, though. I could’ve immediately looked up the album. I was sitting right here at my desk. I also could’ve asked Adriana to go back to the search results that she had on her phone. I didn’t make it that important though. And I wanted to see how long it would take me to remember her name as well as what would prompt the memory.
What a pleasant surprise I got when I saw Stan’s blog post with a Tina Turner song title that I had just been thinking about. I’m intrigued by and have a deep love for synchronicities. The magical universe performing it’s never-ending cosmic dance with each and every one of us.
I’m glad that it worked out exactly as it did. Rather than me finding her myself, it’s as though she appeared to me through Stan. Cosmically speaking, she did. Pretty cool, huh?
So, now that I knew whose name I had forgotten, I wanted to know more. I thought Tina was in her upper 60s, but I wasn’t sure, so, I looked at the page about her on Wikipedia. She’s 71. Wow. That’s amazing. What if everyone her age had that much energy?
I know I’ve read about Tina before. What I re-discovered is that we have a couple things in common. Our middle name (Mae) and our birth month (November). Why I find this interesting is because of the fact that I’m writing about her and because I looked her up only to know her age.
The CD that Adriana had scrolled past was “Beyond: Buddhist and Christian Prayers”. I knew of this from when one of her songs was played on the public radio show, Echoes Radio. So different from what I’ve been used to hearing. So lovely.
This certainly went beyond what I had intended writing. It evolved into much more than just a recount of the synchronicity.
The experiences of witnessing synchronicities with friends and loved ones can make them even more special. But remember that if you are the one having the experience, it will most likely be more meaningful to you than anyone else.
Synchronicities are personal. Acceptance to this knowledge will contribute to your remaining detached to the opinions of others and your unfettered joy of and through the experience will continue.
Thank you Stan for being a part of my synchronistic experience and for aiding me in remembering Tina Turner’s name. And please forgive me for taking so long in getting this written.
I see You with Eyes of Love