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Double Daily: A bird on my windowsill

 This little bloke kept me company all day long: his own reflection in the glass sliding door close to my study drove him crazy. He just had to show the little twirp who's territory this is.

If he could just get to him! I had to laugh at the antics and bullheadedness. I was tapping away haltingly at my keyboard, struggling to find the flow to a story that up till now has led me smoothly down interesting pathways. Why today was any different I don't know. There seemed to be an obstruction of sorts. Some invisible wall, much like the finch was experiencing.

Then I read the Daily placed by George. We don't coordinate of even plan ahead for the daily posts, enjoying each others input and marvelling at the scope that is represented in our respective lives.



                                   It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, 
that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse.
 As our eyes grow accustomed to sight 
they armor themselves against wonder."

He quoted Leonard Cohen. I marvelled at the synchronicity of these words with the visit of the finch on my "windowsill" today. I would like to touch on this fleetingly here and come back to it at some stage in my writing.

The concept of synchronicity,  or serendipity as it was called in the sixties, was put forward by Carl G. Jung, and he defined it as a "meaningful coincidence" of outer and inner events that are not themselves casually connected.  The emphasis lies on the word "meaningful.  He goes on to say: These events almost invariably accompany the crucial phases of the process of individuation. But too often they pass unnoticed, because the individual has not learned to watch for such coincidences and to make them meaningful in relation to the symbolism of his dreams.   Excerpt from Man and his Symbols by Carl G. Jung.

I know this to be true.In my journals of the past seven years I have a devised a symbol that I use to mark the occurrence of synchronicity in my life. I use a >> and it is my experience that it is indeed something that puts my life on fast forward, advancing me by leaps and bounds towards becoming all I can be.

So now I wonder: did I stop long enough to hear what this little finch was trying to tell me?

Matilda



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