of synch and synchronicity

synchronicity. The slight breeze that brushes your cheeks when the angels talk to you. Lately, I have been noticing much synchronicity causing the leaves of my life to rustle. Like a feeling of deja vous, it makes me happy and sometimes giddy when that breeze touches me. My great, lovely, intrinsically beautiful friend Jenna visited me. She had a strong desire to visit St. Pauls, and then we saw Mary Poppins it cropped up again, because St. Pauls is featured. Later I saw Constant Gardener (fantastic, amazing direction) which also featured St. Pauls and had a scene filmed at the Tate Modern. Jenna and I had just visited!

Again, I had read a short story late last week about a zoo that was raided for its recently deceased animals, and today I read of a similar but factual event in the US. Monday morning I noticed two sartorial gentlemen on the tube; they had presence and beautiful accents, one Irish, one English and ever so posh. Later that day I had to look at the Vodafone annual report and I recognised the Chairman. Of the Board. Mr. Posh English sitting next to me on tube man. Lord MacLaurin of Knebworth. I wish I had introduced myself and asked for a job (actually I doubt I have that much gumption, but hey, we already have this much synchronicity going on). And the day before I had seen an ad in the tube for Robbie's live at Knebworth album and noted it in my head not because I like Robby, because I don't, but because at my first job here in London a woman had gone to see him at Knebworth but missed the show because of traffic and bizarrely, a co worker of her, and I have a dinner at Tom Aikens tonight (tingling with anticipation).

Also I was thinking of my friend Kat in NYC because I received an email from this random guy who is in NYC, and who I have a date with in 2 weeks, and apparently partying quite hard – so I though I wonder if I should have him call Kat who is always interested in meeting interesting people that play in an extreme playground? And then within 24 hours Kat's guy she "sees" called my mobile (on accident I think, ie keyguard issue). And on a funny note, for our 007 work Christmas party I am going as Dr. Holly Goodhead, who has lots in common with me, as i just learned from my friend google.co.uk: she was full of sarcastic comments, brown hair, blue/grey eyes, worked for CIA (I interviewed with them), went to Vassar for university (I almost went but for parents saying no at the last minute because of the expense), and the actress Lois Chiles who plays Dr. HG is actually from Texas.

I need to wrap up in a pashmina, the wind is quite brisk! Does this happen to other people, or would it if they thought about it? I don't place a judgement on these events; I just happen to tingle when "coincidences" occcur with celerity. The coincidences themselves seem to mean nothing but for me the imbue life with a feeling of connection with a level beyond the everyday.