Synchronicity
I was talking to my friend, Cam, about Synchronicity, while we were driving home one night.
His definition is, you know, I can’t remember it and I actually feel that I would do his words injustice if I were to describe it.
What I can do is to tell you of my moments of synchronicity which I have experienced lately.
a. I was listening to music on my iPad and was thinking of a Raphael Saadiq song. About 5 seconds later, it starts playing.
b. I was reloading my metallic cigarette case and had the exact amount of cigarettes to refill it exactly.
c. I dropped something and caught it as a reflex.
d. Basketball sequences on the court where everything flows together: perfect passes are made, imperfect passes are adjusted to and caught, shots are banked off but a teammate is there to rebound it at the right angle, to throw it back in, you and your teammate aligned to where he can swing the ball around for an unguarded cut. The beauty of these flows is they aren’t informed by pre-determined coach plays, they are informed by having played with each other for so long and in that, being able to take on and adjust to any assortment of players in the entropy that is street ball.
In writing those down, synchronicity refers to being on the same wavelength with everything around you, being present in the moment to where everything falls into place.
Peter Parker has Spider-Sense.
The rest of us have synchronicity.
