You might call it coincidence, intuition, or even wishful—or magical—thinking.
The scientifically inclined among you might attribute it to synchronicity, “The Law of Truly Large Numbers” or (if you wanna get really fancy) the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. The more religiously or mystically attuned might call it a small miracle, a manifestation, or an answer to prayer.
I call it freaky.
We’ve all been there. You’re in the kitchen foraging for a snack when a long-lost friend crosses your mind—just as your phone pings. You’re driving down I-10 thinking about pancakes, and a billboard advertising the same flashes by. Or you almost run over a toad in the road while—on the radio—Three Dog Night waxes philosophical about Jeremiah. (He was a good friend of mine.) And for a week every station seems to be playing an inordinate number of frog songs. Ha!
I was walking the beach at dawn last Friday, as I always do, and singing, as I often do. I’ve developed a fun habit of learning song lyrics or inspiring literary passages as I walk. I’ll pull them up on my phone, or even print them out, and practice them as the sun rises. Continue Reading