There is synchronicity in synchronicity.
Three days ago the words wild synchronicity were front and center in my being; today the words are “cascading synchronicity”. And it all has to do with walks in the wilderness.
Cascade – Noun
- A small waterfall, typically one of several that fall in stages down a steep rocky slope
- A mass of something that falls or hangs in copious quantities
- A large number or amount of something occurring at the same time
- A process whereby something, typically information or knowledge, is successively passed on
- A succession of devices or stages in a process, each of which triggers or initiates the next
Cascade – Verb
- (Of water) pour downwards rapidly and in large quantities
- Fall or hang in copious quantities
- Pass (something) on to a succession of others
- Arrange (a number of devices or objects) in a series or sequence
- Mid 17th century from French, from Italian cascara, from cascare “to fall”, based on Latin casus.
(Note – above from Oxford Dictionary)
Three weeks ago I left Washington’s Cascade Mountains, where I went on a wilderness quest, with the support and guidance of Ann Linnea, Christina Baldwin and Deborah Greene-Jacobi (and apprentice guide LeAnn Blackert). I walked up the meadow of the Smith Canyon Valley, and up the valley to the right to set up a camp on the flank of the Sacred Mountain for 48 hours of solo time, alone in the wild.
Since my return home, having turned my back on the Sacred Mountian, writing has been one of the ways I listen to myself, to integrate and incorporate the experience of the wilderness quest. Much of the writing has surfaced in blog posts:
- I went to rewire the reptilian in me
- I found myself face to face with the ways Chronos + Kairos time show up in my life
- I realized the quest was also about Earth gazing from Earth
- I received an invitation to explore my soul hungers
- I noticed wild synchronicity around me
While sitting in the living room this week, I noticed a map my husband left on the coffee table. “Lake Minnewanka,” just north of Banff jumped out at me, and I recalled a walk along the shores of the lake almost seven years ago. I was in the middle of an intense learning experience and our hosts wisely gave us the gift of time that afternoon to integrate what we were learning, and decompress. We had a few choices, one of which was a guided walk in Canada’s Rocky Mountains with Rosemary.
I have to confess that Rosemary drove me nuts. I was hungry to get moving and do something physical after two and half days of sitting and concentration. I was alive to be outside, on the move. And Rosemary kept stopping. And talking. And we hardly moved at all.
I had a conversation with myself about how to handle my frustration. I could just bolt and do my own thing, but since we were a group, my hosts would get in trouble; to bring a group into Banff National Park, you must have a guide. I could just play along. I chose to surrender, to listen to what she was saying. I didn’t give up – I surrendered to Rosemary and her wisdom.
And what I heard was remarkable.
How nature – the wilderness – works is, of course, very similar to how humans work.
Upon returning to the formal part of learning experience, we were asked to write, in free flow, to let out what was in us. Rosemary’s wise words, as I received them, came through:
firestormeagle nest beaver dam broken and whole sawdust conversation self and selfless ice and snow grass and green onion shoots conversation evidence of animals not seen fire and rebirth not destruction conversation the flames are on the lee side when the wind blows strong amid the firestorm
I recognize this experience with Rosemary at Lake Minnewanka as THE point in my life where I learned to listen.
And then, in my living room, I noticed the name of a river that feeds the lake:
These two wilderness experiences have provided me with space into which I can expand into myself, and in so doing I expand my capacity to listen to the world within and around me, and to listen to me within me, and around me. One experience was quick, the other longer in duration; both significant.
- The simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.
(Note – above from Oxford Dictionary)
Noticing synchronicity is an invitation to explore a non-linear world. Noticing synchronicity is noticing a portal into deeper understanding of self, and our relationship with others and our places. It isn’t about explanation, but it is about understanding.
The synchronicity – having the word “cascade” pop into my consciousness as it did – invited me into a conversation with myself about the meaning of the word “cascade” in my life. The result of this conversation with myself is this post. I can see that the wilderness quest naturally flowed from my experience with Rosemary. Even though it was years later, I can see the trajectory; I can see a series of cascading events. The synchronicity is in how I happened upon the word “cascade” on the random map on the coffee table.
I’m betting that these synchronicities, the wild and the cascading, will be foundations for more synchronicities.
What synchronicities are you noticing in your life? How do you explore them?