It Wasn’t Coincidence

On synchronicity, depth psychology, and why my work comes alive in conversation

This morning I posted about a woman mystic from 1310.

Within minutes, several of you responded.

“Well, that’s synchronistic.”
“That feels symbiotic.”
“What a coincidence.”

I laughed a little. Not dismissively. More like recognition.

Because maybe.

I’ve stopped rushing to name convergence. I don’t feel the same urgency to decide whether something is coincidence…