It started with AEDM 15 – Raven Dreams a World and tracking the lineage of a new artwork over the arc of 20 years.  A door or my eyes were opened but suddenly all kinds of synchronicity started dropping into my life.

Then I tell a friend about Brooke Castillo and her book, Self-Coaching 101 which makes The Work of Byron Katie, finally, accessible.  And Brooke gives kudos to Byron Katie, and Eckhert Tolle and Pema Chodron and other people from whom she drew wisdom to write her book.  I know this because I start to reread it thinking that it wouldn’t be bad to revisit.

Then  from Seth Godin: Originality is local. The internet destroys, at some level, the idea of local, so sure, if we look hard enough we’ll find that turn of a phrase or that unique concept or that app, somewhere else.

But no one is asking you to be original. We’re asking you to be generous and brave and to matter. We’re asking you to step up and take responsibility for the work you do, and to add more value than a mere cut and paste. Give credit, definitely, but reject vemödalen.

I take all of this in response to my though about writing a workbook around my thesis poem, Night Vision (which I may sooner than later have here on my website under “Resources” – but not yet), and not having anything new to say.

Stir in Life is a Verb Camp last week, and a great meeting with Erin Lewis’ Southern Maryland Women In Business networking group (please, under no circumstances be fooled by that name:  there is magic in this group, just like at Patti Digh’s Life is a Verb Camp), and suddenly I am very aware that something is coming at me at warp speed, something that wishes to be channeled out into the world.

Need I anything else?  Not really, but once you start seeing, it doesn’t stop, and here is where the AEDM (Art Every Day Month) piece comes in.

I was looking through my paintings, which are scattered all over my house in closets and under the basement steps and behind doors, for a picture for illustrating or starting to illustrate Night vision and ran across this picture that I drew before I had any kids.

Here is the picture

Here is a picture of my son at about 4, more than 10 years after I drew that picture.  Maybe it’s me but I am thunderstruck by the resemblance!

There’s the arc – all things are connected.  How did I know?  My hair is dark dark brown as are my eyes.  His birth dad has hazel eyes and dirty blond hair.  Son was all blond blond hair and blue eyes (now his hair has a reddish tint and his eyes change with the color of the shirt he has on).

There are things about this world and the threads and strands that weave themselves over and under and around and through this world that we just can’t know.

I am in the middle of that not knowing right now – it is freeing and scary and compelling.  I want to be strong enough to see whatever this is through to what wants to be birthed.

Have you had synchronicity drop into your life?  Share!