15 posts tagged “synchronicity”

big synchronicity of the (yester)day: oprah book club.

i had coffee with the woman for whom i babysit yesterday and then we went to Borders. we were in the christian book section and discussing spirituality books in general and as we walked through the store, on one of the tables we saw a book by eckhart tolle. she asked if i'd ever read anything by him but i haven't.

blah blah blah, the day wears on, and later i'm in our living room watching tv, surfing the nets and talking with roommate and her boyfriend. somehow (i can't remember why) the oprah book club comes up in conversation. i say 'well, at least people are reading.'

blah blah blah, now it's party time and i'm having a drink with a friend. we're talking books. i tell her of the shadow book i'm reading that is totally awesome and everyone should read, and she says she's reading a book about the ego. she's reading 'a new earth' by eckart tolle. she learned about it on oprah. oprah has an online discussion group for the book.

now i don't want anyone to look down their nose at my friend. she's a smart young lady and i admire her, even if she does endorse oprah and her book choices.

she isn't down with tolle, though. she says he's kind of hard to understand and what she's gotten from the book thusfar is that we should 'fight the urge to think.' she think the book encourages lack of opinion and lack of criticism and lack of contemplation.

the moral of this post is that oprah book club can be synchronous, too.

also, barack obama sealed the deal last night. remember when oprah endorsed him? mmm ... smell the synchronicity. i love it.

i've been reading up on shadows and shadow work and getting in touch with my shadow in waking life and in dreams.

but what i'm wondering is what do i do if i know the darker side of my Self and i accept it? what if i'm perfectly okay with being a flake (the most recent character flaw that's been brought up to me by a friend)? what if i don't mind the fact that i'm totally selfish with my time, even at the expense of spending time with family and friends? what then?

also i had a really vivid dream last night about house sitting for my post-star boss and accidentally letting her pets die. this was all a representation of my guilt for leaving the job so soon, of course. but i have fully accepted that guilt, since before giving my notice. so what of the dream?

i guess i'm missing something and i'm hoping some synchronicity will intervene and show me what i'm failing to see.

on a much happier note, i made a friend with a coworker i'd never met til today. he's great. i'm looking forward to summer. it starts in two weeks.

my name is ally, and i'm addicted to karaoke nights. i love 'em. i can't help it. i don't even wanna help it. this is a week that will see me singin' my pants off three different nights at three different venues.

i'll get a record contract soon enough.

here's something that i came clean to one of my favorite co-workers about today. i think i should share with my faithful followers as well. i have this weird thing that happens sometimes when i see someone wearing an outfit that gets my brain moving. it could be an ugly outfit, a cool outfit, a bland outfit, an outfit i've seen the person wear dozens of times, a brand new outfit, there's really no specific type of outfit that sparks these thoughts i'm about to blog of. i'll imagine the person shopping and choosing the items they're wearing. this all started when i was a kid and went school clothes shopping with mom. i only got things that we agreed on. i guess sometimes in middle school and junior high i was jealous of kids with really hip clothes because i didn't think mom was ever hip enough to agree with me to buy them. i doubt that was the case.

i also sometimes imagine the person getting ready to leave their home in the morning and checking their fine bod out in the mirror. i wonder what they think of their outfit. do they feel sexy? do they feel fat? do they even look in a full-length mirror before stepping into the Real World?

there's nothing too synchronous about any of this.

i'm grasping at straws. i'm in love with carl jung. somebody stop me.

a friend and i, we'll call him crystalize, go to the same gym and share a fascination-crush on a dude that works there.

this dude is in his late 40s, early 50s, he's kind of little, he has a mini salt and pepper mullet, an earring, and when he works out, he wears sweet sweatbands. he sort of reminds me of what boy erin will look like in 20 years, or what i hope he'll look like, at least. one day, crystalize and i were talking about how totally awesome this guy is and how we love to look at him and he definitely heard us and it was sort of weird.

ever since then, crystalize and i get really excited in gym-dude's presence and he always catches us fawning.

yesterday, i was climbing the stairs to go running, and someone tapped my arm. it kind of freaked me out, but then i turned to my left to see gym-dude! he said, 'you work out a lot, huh?' i was doing backflips in my mind. i couldn't wait to call crystalize and tell him all about it! gym-dude touched me!!

yada yada yada he invited me to run a half-marathon with some other YMCAers, he told me some stuff about speed intervals, said i was very energetic, suggested i use the steam room to let toxins escape my body through my pores and then came the best synchronicity of all: he told me about his juicer.

you see, crystalize is way into juices and juicers and juice medleys. he loves 'em all and always tells me about them and i tease him a little. in a friendly manner, of course. but, lo and behold, he and gym-dude (i know his real name now, but i'm not saying) are soul mates. i also ran three laps with gym-dude.

also, crystalize and i hung out today and we talked about going to Dubai. later, when i was at the gym, i saw a woman with a Dubai t-shirt.

none of this is false.

i keep forgetting the mission of this blog. its purpose (at first, at least) is to enhance my writing. i used to do it all the time. i guess i was bad, but whatever, at least i did it. now i just write about boring things.

the other purpose is to focus on the synchronicities that crash into my soul daily. they've been waning. i think my third eye has been closed because i've been out gallivanting like some freak. i'll get it back. i just have to try to be more receptive. or more people should read this and then do things that are seemingly synchronous. i don't care if it's fake, just as long as i'm unaware.

also i should be ouijaing more. i guess i'm going to do some laundry. last time that happened the ghosties asked me if i was mom (scroll down).

i guess i will. whatever.

the last few times, though, my calls haven't been answered. so stupid.

reading old posts just now reminds me of an earlier state of mind. a happier place.

a place i may have returned to this evening. thank you, karaoke. thank you, jess. thank you, long-haired dude.

i'm up way too late and work will be here way too early, but i had an enjoyable evening and i'm not sorry for any of it.

except maybe that peanut butter i just ate. sigh. i guess we all make mistakes.

nothing incredibly synchronous to report. i awoke from a dream this morning and remembered that it involved a dude (i might have loved him, i might not have. i'm always falling in love in dreams, it's awful) who worked for The Baltimore Sun. i told my boss this morning that if she receives a resume from someone from the baltimore area to hire him based on the fact that i dreamt of him (and i was making hyperlinks in my dream) and she said okay. then i remembered that i had been listening to <3 stephen malkmus' <3 latest album and there's a song about baltimore and that's probably why.

if stephen malkmus applies for my job i'll just kidnap him.

i was thinking the other day how i'm just not that into vera bradley crap. i'm not sure i've ever seen something by vera bradley that has moved me to say and/or think 'oh, that's cute.'

i was thinking this and i was thinking of blogging about it. things came up, life happened and i forgot to blog about bradley, vera.

yesterday i was hostessing at the circus cafe (so happy to be back, wish i never had to return to the desk job) and a really beautiful family came to the stand. the mom had these really great frames and i complimented her on them and she said, 'oh, thanks! they're obnoxiously vera bradley, but other than that they're pretty great.'

i told her how i had been thinking of blogging about my dislike for vera bradley and she said she agrees with me. she said she's been thinking of taking a sharpie to the white engraved signature on the arms of her glasses. i told her she should.

that was kind of synchronous.

the ultimate in synchronicity (or in small towns where i know everyone): i txted a friend the name of a woman that we both know in our own ways and whom we've joked about in the past. she's a nice lady, but worthy of a good-hearted chuckle. anyway, i'm not sure what prompted the txt, but it matters not.

merely two hours later, i'm standing on a street talking to bobby c, and who walks past me with a friendly smile?

that's right. the subject of the txt.

okay. that was really intense. i cried.

the last few times i've used the ouija it has been really stuck on indicating the letter 'n' and it seems fond of 'z,' which is kind of like an 'n' turned on its side.

tonight it asked me, more than once, if i am nancy. that's my mom. holy moly.

i asked if it was gloria, my grandma, and it said yes but i'm not so sure i believe that.

mom has to come over and do this.

the thing that is synchronous about this, is that i made the ouija board with my friend nick. nick has been hanging out with a girl named nancy (which is a rare name among our generation). but the ghosts are my friends, not nick's, so i'm pretty sure they aren't in search of nick's nancy.

wow.

i really needed that. i feel some weird sense of validation. i also feel a vague sense of losing my marbles and broadcasting it all over the Internets for the whole world to read about. even though i think only two people read this (yes! i do believe i've gained a reader!).

deep breaths. sweet dreams. family ghosts watching my back.

i've been sort of sychronicity-less the past few days. or maybe i've just been kind of tuned out. i've been feelin' crazy but today was a good, rejuvenating day. i feel pretty great. but tomorrow is monday and i don't typically look forward to it.

anyway, i have been taking responsibility for my life, and as i blogged seven days ago, this week was indeed one of changes and renewal.

got an old job back today, and i'll be re-entering the wonderful world of food service in exactly one week. i'm looking forward to it. i miss having a job that requires interaction with new faces all throughout a shift.

here's to opening my third eye tomorrow morning to see a big shining light of synchronicity and fateful occurrences.