Examples of synchronicity: Meaningless coincidences, or flashes of the universe aligning

Health food

Girl at Sherwyn’s Health Food Shop

It’s now closed. They sold vitamins and health food before the gluten-free craze. Before Whole Foods swallowed up the block. I went there with some friends. It was an excuse to hang out. While standing in line with Terry, I heard, almost a murmur, “Jane Feeback.” I thought I heard someone saying my maiden name.

It was the cashier. She said I wasn’t sure it was you. She then proceeded to tell me her name. I tried to fake it, but I didn’t remember her. She said, “I came to your house collecting for — and you went upstairs and brought down a pickle jar full of coins and cash.” I seriously did not remember. The idea I was so extravagant—it was embarrassing. Apparently I just handed over like a week’s worth of tips to her. “I’ve never forgotten it,” she said.

It was a moment and then we left the store. Since then I’ve not forgotten this encounter.

 

Meeting Rick and Karen on the Bike Path

I was cycling back from Milwaukee. In early spring. Brilliant sunshine, but chilly. Somewhere, outside of Zion, in the middle of nowhere, in the distance I spied two other cyclists. I caught up with them only to discover it was Rick and Karen, my next-door apartment neighbors. “Hi guys!” They were on an anniversary outing, coming back from a B & B. I rode with them for maybe a mile, then thinking they might want some alone time, I sped up and left them.

 

Another Bike Encounter

It was nighttime and I was riding to the train. The station in Wilmette was deserted. I wheeled my bike into the carriage. I was the only customer. Then, before the train pulled out, another cyclist hurried on. He pulled back his hood and I was surprised, a friend from work. Teel! We looked at each other and laughed. Neither of us expected to see another rider at that hour. We chatted the whole way back into the city.

 

Out of the Mist

Hiking in a nature park near Frankfurt, my friend Johanna met a man coming out of the mist. They were the only people on a forest trail littered with massive stone relics abandoned by Romans supposedly scared off by marauding Barbarians. She noticed his T-shirt, a band from Chicago. As a joke, she asked if he knew Jane Hertenstein. Well, in fact Terry did.

 

By Jane Hertenstein

 

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