About a block away, on a lamp-posted street opposite newer bricked townhouses and a smattering of historic bungalows preserved by the city of Dallas, stray cats prowl along painted fences and keep watch under the rose shrubs of a yellow clapboard B & B that looks like it belongs somewhere in New England. They wait for food along the side yard, slipping into flower beds and pairing up along the stone wall of the quaint hotel that advertises its coziness with printed window curtains and black shutters. At ease in their winter coats thickened by the proprietor’s food handouts, the cats look fat and happy, like pampered house pets.
They blink in the dull winter light of a chilly Sunday afternoon as I approach with small dog, Charlotte, who has lured me there with a strong show of persistence. I had no intention of going out into the cold, but Charlotte was so determined that I gave in and allowed her to do her sniffing, off-leash. The streets are empty. There are no moving cars, no joggers or power walkers, nobody out taking a stroll. The cats stop and stare, amused by the harmless fuss of a six pound dog. We’ve been to this corner many times before and I love it, but the raw cold sends a shiver down my spine and after a few minutes I decide to head home. I reach for my mischief-maker, but Charlotte has her sights set on the stone-faced townhouse across the street where a large banner flaps in the wind: OPEN HOUSE 1-3. I can’t remember the last time an open house sign looked this inviting. Why hadn’t I ever noticed these townhouses before? I must have walked by them hundreds of times or more, but they had never registered in my consciousness, and I paid them no attention … until now.
My husband, Barry, and I had wanted to move to a larger space for more than a year, but we are comfortable where we are and weren’t actively looking. The subject of a possible move had just come up again that morning, and I thought that perhaps in the Spring we might get serious. Before I knew it, with Charlotte in my arms, I was touring this spacious townhouse and feeling like it could actually be our home as room after room checked the boxes for what Barry and I needed. By the time I was done, I was almost certain that this was our new place. Hurrying home, I waved the brochure and pitched Barry the sale! I think he was ready to buy it sight unseen, but the next day we called our broker, took a look together, and made an offer. Now, it looks like we’ll be moving in at the end of the month.
I’ve caught myself pondering how all of this happened so easily and effortlessly. Why can’t every problem in life be solved in the same smooth way instead of expending a lot of energy pushing and pulling, trying to get things the way we want them to be? Certainly my experience was the synchronicity that psychologist, Carl Jung, talked about – “the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that cannot be explained by cause and effect and that is meaningful to the observer.” I know that synchronicity tends to happen when we go with the flow and are open and aware. When we’re not trying so hard we get out of our own way and the universe solves our problems for us. There’s no reason not to trust that if we project an issue into the world, the collective unconscious of all energy will conspire to bring about a solution as easily and effortlessly as the way Charlotte and I found this space. As I pack boxes and prepare to settle into my new home, I am praying for an abundance of synchronicity for all of us!