Synchronicity. Coincidence. Call it what you will, but I find it to be of one life's most beautiful surprises. I delight in these moments. For me, when I'm in a flow, fully in the present, synchronicities will happen in clusters. Maybe a dozen a week at certain times. Here's an example.
Years ago, we watched a logging project on a property we drove by on our way to school. A house completely shaded by dark trees brought into sunlight and completely relandscaped. At first we were sad about the cutting of the trees, but as we watched the landscape transform, we were in awe of the beauty and design. Here we are years later, forced to have our own logging project. A couple months ago, as we worked to clean up, I thought of the property we passed often and decided to write them a letter asking who they may have hired for help. I did a little search, got their address, and wrote them a letter. The letter was returned. Wrong address.
As we drove by one day, my husband read the numbers on the mailbox and, remembering I had the letter in my purse, wrote down the correct address. The letter went back into my purse and was never mailed.
Flash forward to the Hockinson Farmers Market this past Saturday. We cruise in, wave to my friend Shelby of Sip and Spin who is setting up across the way from us and begin putting up our booth. Once we were all set, a woman came over to introduce herself as Shelby's grandmother. She wanted to let me know that she knew where we lived and that she had a connection with our home. Since she had lived in the community for 50 years, she knew people who lived here before us. She explained that her husband, now in his 80s, had grown up playing in our barn. Goosebumps. I love hearing these stories.
Our conversation then shifted to the flowers. I would have visited with her all day. She then mentioned they had some logging done a few years ago. I paused, asked her to hold on for just a second, walked to my purse, pulled out the letter and asked, "is this you?" She saw her address and she looked stunned. I said, "I wrote you a letter months ago."
So, I explained the story, we laughed and hugged (yay, hugs!!) and I winked at the Universe.
"A friend is one who overlooks your broken fence and admires the flowers in your garden."
With the heat, I was feeling overwhelmed by all.the.things. We've had sooo many projects and changes around the farm that sometimes I look up and everything feels broken and unfinished. I was racing to water trays and keep seedlings alive, harvest before it got too hot, and pot up the rest of an unexpected shipment of bareroot woodies this morning all while tripping over project ends in the barn. I sat down, a weee bit paralyzed and defeated and messaged a sweet friend to vent. She knows the ins and outs and ups and downs of the farm well. Her first response was, "how can I help?" I explained that I just needed to vent and that the frustration would pass. She responded, "I'll be there in 15 minutes." I tried explaining again that it was fine and I was having a moment, but before I knew it, she was driving through the gate.
She's one of those rare friends who jumps right in, doesn't mention your mess or how disheveled you appear. She tidies and chats and before you know it, order feels restored.
Although I've claimed to be a one woman show over here, I truly couldn't do it without the support. My sweet friend has been behind the scenes cheering me on, running errands, gathering supplies, bringing me vases, helping me run the farmers market booths, giving me reminders, and listening to my big dreams for the better part of two years. So, while I look around and see a logging disaster, barn reorganization messes, a half finished farmstand, heat stressed plants, and other small disasters, I know that they're fleeting frustrations in the scheme of things and I am one lucky lady to have such a dear friend who's brave enough to show up and dig in. Thank you, Julie! You're truly one of a kind!