Standing in Awe of the Sychronicitous Light of Epiphany
When sychronicitous themes and events flow into, through, over, under and around me I am struck dumb, no, stuck HAPPY, with awe. When these themes are revealed in such grand, obvious style — in the way of a flashing neon light that says, “Look! This way! This way!” — it is a magical experience.
It’s a trick of the light become manifest. An illusion transformed by illumination. An epiphany. When that Man Behind the Curtain (aka God) becomes so real, so material, that even though the moment is ephemeral in nature, it is as solid a cornerstone to an abiding faith as any concrete block. As real as my hand in yours. As compelling as a beloved child begging you to follow them into play, a dog placing a ball in your lap.
It is an invitation into the Light of Epiphany. It is a lamppost along the pathway of discovery. It is starlight washing over you through the darkness. It is moonlight calling you to leave the safety of stillness and inaction and walk into the morning of adventure.
I love new journeys, don’t you? Where do you want to go?