What, exactly, is a coincidence? A random, totally meaningless occurrence? Or something more.
Last month, my son brought home his completed pastel still life (first image) from art class.
The next day, we flew to San Diego for our family vacation. We walked into the lobby of our hotel and were greeted by an amazing display of oversized vases (image two).
Look eerily similar? Yeah, we thought so too, and snapped a picture.
But what does it MEAN? Anything? My Grandmother was an artist. She died last year. I'd like to think it's a little "Hello" from her. I'd really like to think that. I mean, it's not like my son and I saw the display and said, 'Huh, looks like the pastel' and kept on walking. We were speechless for a few seconds. And had this FEELING. Goosebumps. Then, Brad said, "Woah..."
I'm not a Heaven-or-Hell believer. I'm pretty sure I'll lose a few readers by saying this: I believe the Good Book is exactly that -- a good book. But neither do I share my husband's belief that, "We're all just carbon-based life forms and when we die, we're dead."
I think that as a culture, we've stopped paying attention to things happening around us ("coincidences") that might be significant. Native Americans relied on nature and dream interpretation as a way of understanding the universe and navigating their life "path." They paid attention, listened, observed, interpreted.
I'm going to try to pay more attention.
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