My all-time favourite word is Serendipity. I like the sound of it, all five syllables of it, as it rolls slowly and sweetly off my tongue. Se-ren-dip-it-y. To me its happy singsong melody resonates with the sound of soft raindrops falling in a sun shower, signalling a rainbow of possibilities.
Se-ren-dip-it-y – it feels like something good is finally going to happen – like someone is finally playing my song.
Its cadence also calls to mind that silly but cheery old tune ‘Zippity Doo Dah,” and thoughts of a ‘what a wonderful day’ that could be coming my way, with ‘plenty of sunshine’, and an unexpected visit from ‘Mr Bluebird’. I can hear him whistling already.
Serendipity has a funny way of finding us, whether or not we are searching for it.
Its accidental good fortune arrives to surprise us, even when in sometimes comes in the guise of something that doesn’t seem fortunate at all (like infertility, a long, sad story as regular readers would know).
Then there’s synchronicity – I have the great Deepak Chopra’s book on the subject (Synchrodestiny) – it’s a term originally used by Carl Jung and refers to the coincidence of events that seem connected, but aren’t obviously caused by the other. You know the stuff of movie plots that run parallel and then come together, as if by chance (or movie magic).
To me synchronicity is about discovering the patterns that bring serendipity into your life. Just being aware, allowing.
Connecting the dots between things that happen, often out of the blue, and looking for the good fortune in them, even when it can be hard to find.
Last week a book I’d ordered 10 months ago, and given up on, arrived out of the ether.
It’s a 52 week Life Passion guide, by Barrie Davenport – I’d followed Barrie’s blog and ordered her book in early December last year, hoping it would arrive by January, so my 52 week project could almost match the calendar year (well of course).
In mid-January I commented on one of Barrie’s posts that I was still waiting (patiently impatiently) for the book’s arrival from the US and Barrie forwarded me the e-book copy to tide me over. But then the hard copy never turned up.
I followed up at some stage but didn’t get a response for some reason. I didn’t worry too much as I had the electronic copy. Only I never got started on the 52 week challenge.
And then the book arrived, the week of the Problogger conference, the week a job at work that I’ve been anticipating (but somehow almost not expecting would ever eventuate) was finally advertised.
Serendipity, or synchronicity or both.
At Problogger they served little tubs of Serendipity ice cream (divine gourmet ice cream). At lunch. Yum. I’ll take that kind of serendipity any day.
Of course a conference is full of serendipitous moments – the people you actually meet amidst a crowd of 450, the speakers you select from the sessions (although there’s always the virtual pass).
Is it luck or serendipity that you get to connect with some people and not others – after all we all shared the same space together over two days?
The first person I met was the lovely Sia who found out later that morning that her entire blog had been stolen (can you believe it). She had run and monetised her Greek Wedding website and blog for seven years. Gone. Hard to see serendipity in that, but somewhere, at some time serendipity will show herself. (Sia will be blogging about the ins and outs, and devastation, of losing a blog on her personal site).
And then last week, as the lessons of the conference starting sinking in, and life continued back down from the high you inevitably feel at the end of an inspiring weekend (including the sugar high from the Serendipity ice cream, at lunch no less), the Autumn Moon Festival with its big orange moon, and then the Spring/Fall equinox, arrived to remind us that we can start anew, think afresh.
The first chapter of Barrie Davenport’s book urges you to think about what’s nagging you for attention, while the second chapter bids you back to your childhood to remind yourself of what it was you really loved (just as Clare Bowditch had asked us to reflect on at the conference).
Barrie’s third chapter gets you to reflect on the limitations you’ve taken from childhood, those beliefs that stop you from doing what you loved as a child.
So I hope this week you can search for serendipity, discover synchronicity and rekindle what it is you loved as a child, letting go of those limitations.
Love to know what you loved as a child and your favourite serendipitous moments. Join in the comments below.
Linking up with the lovely Jess for IBOT.