Coincidences in the Blueberry Patch
The morning
unfolded as naturally as the rising sun, but I did not see it coming, and
neither did Sharon as we drove to the organic blueberry farm for our last pick
of the year, the amazing but surprising little coincidences that manifested out
of a simple exchange of words with two blueberry pickers who just happened to
overhear me say to Sharon, “We should go to a nice little restaurant for lunch
after we finish picking.”
It was my turn to
treat lunch. Sharon had taken me to Pieces
of Olde, a quaint little bistro and gift shop in Elmvale, after our last
pick at The Blueberry Place just a
few kilometers on the outskirts of Midland (we had chicken salad on a fresh croissant
and a side garden salad with vinaigrette dressing and a fruit cup of mandarin/marshmallow/yogurt
for dessert), and I wanted to take her to another place just for a change of
atmosphere, and one of the blueberry pickers overheard me and took the liberty
of saying, “You could try—”
In all honesty, I
don’t remember the restaurant he suggested; but that opened up a conversation
that brought about the amazing little coincidences in the blueberry patch that were
called forth by the resonating frequency of the conversation that Sharon and I
had on our drive to The Blueberry Place
which addressed what I can only call the harmonizing of Sharon’s life, and the idea
for today’s spiritual musing would never have occurred to me had we not had the
conversation on synchronicity on our drive to The Blueberry Place—
“You know why all
this is happening to you, don’t you?” I
asked, rhetorically. “It’s because you engaged the synchronicity principle
reading my books.”
I had given her
copies of Death, the Final Frontier
and The Merciful Law of Divine
Synchronicity, both of which had moved her to tears because they
reconnected her with her inner journey that had come to a standstill, but it
wasn’t until she told me about her long phone conversation with her eldest
daughter the night before that I made the connection; her daughter cried on the
phone because her only sibling had not shared the good news with her that she
was pregnant after five years of trying, and Sharon said to her—
“What do you
expect? You haven’t talked with your sister for two years.”
I smiled when
Sharon shared this with me, because the harmonizing principle of the merciful
law of divine synchronicity was working its magic in her life, first by
formalizing her eight-year separation from her husband and father of their two
daughters with a divorce (which he now requested for reasons she couldn’t fathom
because if they got divorced they would only get half of their health benefits
from the government positions they had retired from but which I suspected the
merciful law of divine synchronicity had initiated for her healing journey to
wholeness and completeness), and now by opening the door for her daughters to
reconcile their sibling rivalry and make up—
“That’s what
happens when you engage the synchronicity principle, it brings your outer and
inner journey into harmony. You’re going to get your divorce and free yourself
of the psychic connection you still have with your husband who wants to marry
the woman he’s been living with since you left him, and your daughters are
going to make up; and I guarantee that whatever else you have going on in your
life that needs to be reconciled will happen whether you like it or not,
because that’s just how it works.”
“I understand,”
Sharon said, and I laughed because I had made fun of her always interjecting
with her comment “I understand” whenever I tried to explain something which I
felt was beyond her; but she caught herself and said, “Stop it! I know what you’re saying.”
“That’s why my
books speak to you,” I said, and laughed again; but little did we expect the
synchronicity principle to work its magic when we got to The Blueberry Place.
It turned out that
the blueberry picker who suggested two or three more restaurants for us to try
had moved to Tiny Beaches just several streets over from where my life partner
Penny Lynn and I had built our new home on STOCCO CIRCLE (a street named after
me, which was such a remarkable coincidence that I attributed it to divine
intervention and which I had to share with the friendly pickers because the
story of how I came upon STOCCO CIRCLE was too good to be true, but it was),
and he also went to Lakehead University where I had studied philosophy, and he
was keenly interested in my books Death,
the Final Frontier and The Merciful
Law of Divine Synchronicity and was going to check out my Amazon page when
he got home; and, to top it off, as Sharon and I were walking out of the
blueberry patch to go for lunch (we opted for Mill Street Bistro in Coldwater, which the picker, whose name was
Robert, said was a bit expensive but had a nice menu and excellent food and a
real nice atmosphere), another man who was picking several rows over but still
within hearing range couldn’t wait to share with us that he was very much into
synchronicity and that he had studied it for years and had a whole stack of
notes that he wanted to turn into a book, and who also happened to be a small
appliance repairman that Sharon had used once or twice and who could repair our
dishwasher that had gone on the blink; but when we drove to the Mill Street Bistro there was a sign
saying that it was closed on Mondays, so we opted to go back to Pieces of Olde in Elmvale and had a
refreshing seafood caesar salad with two thick pieces of freshly baked cheese
bread. It was delightfully appetizing, but Sharon couldn’t finish hers and
brought the rest home to have with her dinner—
“What a nice way
to end our blueberry picking for the year,” I said, as we walked back to
Sharon’s vehicle after lunch. “We’ll have to have you over for Penny’s Georgian
Bay Blueberry Pie. It’s her take on Wisconsin Strawberry Pie, and it’s
excellent.”
“I still can’t
believe the coincidences,” Sharon said, her face beaming with wonder.
“I think the
synchronicity principle kicked in just to confirm what I said to you on our
drive to The Blueberry Place about
the resonating power of synchronicity. The coincidences at the blueberry patch
were confirmation that you’ve engaged the synchronicity principle and it’s begun
to harmonize your life. It was a little gift for both of us, and I think I’m
going to write a spiritual musing on it.”
“You should. I
still can’t believe what happened. It was like we shifted into a whole other
reality, or something. It was weird.”
“We probably did.
But you know what else? Maybe one of those pickers is being called to their
inner journey. Maybe they’re meant to read my twin soul books Death, the Final Frontier and The Merciful Law of Divine Synchronicity.
That’s how it works, Sharon.”
“I know,” she said
with an ironic smile, and then she laughed.
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