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Lately, my life has been filled with moments of serendipity/coincidence and "Twilight Zone" background music. I am working on crafting a new word for the events that happen in life that exude serendipity but really have deeper meanings. (If anyone has any suggestions after reading today's post, please feel free to comment).

The most recent one happened at 5:05 this morning. Out of a deep sleep, there is a loud thwaaack! Don and I bolt upright to ascertain the disturbance. I don't know about you but sounds while sleeping are interesting. If my brain can recognize a sound and identify it while I am still sleeping, I can sleep through the noise even if it is noted--the garbarge trucks, a neighbor arriving home--sounds which are familiar. This was not a sound that matched any file in my brain so I had to awaken to it. And yet, at the same time, the qualities of the sound could be assessed: I could tell from my haze, which room it came and I could tell it sounded like something hit the bathtub.

Sure enough, the brush end of the long-handled back scrubber had come off the handle and falled into the tub. (Good thing no one was in the tub at the time!) Ok, so you're thinking, "yeah and... what is the serendipity of this?" Wellllllll, I had just been dreaming about giving away a blue satin slumber mask to someone that needed it. This eye-shade mask I had gotten as a free gift ...when I bought that back scrubber for Don!!! Now I don't think there is a huge cosmic message in this --well, maybe don't buy products from this manufacturer--but the synchronicity of this that it happened jointly in real-time and in dream-time, does not allude me. Did some part of my Mind feel the advance vibrations of the brush starting to slip off and it was then translated into dreamspeak of me giving away the mask? Go figure.

Sunshine and I went to the Sri Chimnoy concert last night that was held at Copley Symphony Hall. There were two concert performances and all the tickets were given away free. This could not have been an inexpensive endeavour by any means. How did he/his organization do it? I admired the generosity and the lack of any selling or proselytizing from the volunteers. Sri Chimnoy is an amazing man. He has given twice weekly meditations at the U.N. since 1970. He can lift over three-times his body weight well into his 70's (he has lifted the likes of Muhammed Ali, Carl Lewis and countless others) and does so to "be uplifting the world." He is a prolific painter, author and musician. I enjoy frequenting his vegetarian restaurant, Jyoti Bijangha on Adams Avenue and the yoga classes at Pilgramage of the Heart. However, his music, for me was not pleasing. I prepared myself as was suggested in the program, to be in a quiet, meditative state. But his moving from instrument to instrument and the random riff quality only served to put me on edge. I was trying to be respectful and sit still and listen but then I felt like a bored kid stuck at a grown-up event and I began to make up things in my mind, look around the room, jiggle in my seat. I was not the only one. Large number of people were leaving. I looked at my watch... a lot. Finally, I caught Sunshine's eye and I mouthed to her, "Do you want to leave?" And her eager affirmative nod was all I needed. We waited till there was a break in the musical interludes and we were outta there. Whew. One can forget how precious time can be till you feel it being dwindled on activities that do not uplift you.

Having been a performer, I am sensitive to audience responses and I am loathe to leave a performance. And I am very keen that if I am so uncomfortable and unhappy, I need to leave for my sake as well as for the sake of those around me. At least, we waited till an appropriate moment instead of during his music. Freedom can come in the most interesting ways.

I will expound further on the cosmic nuggets of seredipity. And I hope to hear about some from you, too.

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