@Kanchana Vaplon me too...still a work in progress...learning, relearning and unlearning.

When I was introduced to the term synchronicity years ago, this is how it was described to me. If you want ice cream, there are three ways of getting it. One, you get it yourself. Two, you ask someone to get it for you. Three, out of the blue, someone gives you ice cream just when you wanted some. The third way is synchronicity. Many synchronicities happen to me, but I'll share the most profound one where I'm not the receiver, but the co-creator of the event. I worked at one of the largest long-term care facility in the country, and there are 600 nurses working there at one point, which made it a challenge to know all my colleagues. This is just to illustrate that I don't know the nurse in the story well. While I was pregnant with my first child, a nurse at one of the units I visited was as well. I was further along in the pregnancy than she was and had already done all the research regarding maternity leave and pay benefits. It was my first time meeting her, and I shared what I know from my research. She then asked me for my cell number in case she has questions. I only saw her a couple of times after that since I didn't visit the unit often. Several months later, she called me on my cell phone. I could've picked up, but I didn't because I was researching on a clinical question. She left me a voicemail, but I didn't check until the end of the day. When I heard the message, I immediately cried...just sobbing. Her husband had recently passed away, and she just wanted someone to talk to. I felt so badly that I wasn't there for her even though we had only spoken to each other a couple of times. The next day, I went to a flower shop and bought her a dozen yellow roses. As I handed her the roses, we both had a good cry. I didn't see her or talk to her often at work (I'm usually in my office instead of in the units), but after that, she invited me to her daughter's birthday celebration every year, but every year, I couldn't make it. We didn't know each other well, but I thought it was kind of her to remember me every year.

1. Having deep, meaningful connections with others 2. Bringing joy and healing to others 3. Spending time with children and connecting with them 4. Learning about, being with, and harvesting medicinal plants in my backyard and along the river, processing them and getting them ready to be made into incredible remedies for various ailments 5. Good, healthy, delicious food 😋 6. Learning new (new to me) concepts and spiritual technology that helps me grow, expand and transform 7. Seeing synchronicities and living life with ease and flow...because I'm in alignment with my purpose 8. Having time and space to nurture me and recharge, so that I can be there for others and myself in loving and compassionate ways in words, deeds and thoughts 9. Travelling and experiencing different cultures and embracing the differences 10. Creating beautiful art through various mediums

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@Kanchana Vaplon I would love this as well.

Good, bad, worst and best people are predestined to show up in our lives to choreograph our experiences during this lifetime to help us transcend. They meet us where we are at and give us just the experiences we need, so really, all are there for a higher purpose...so, no good, bad, worst or best. We don't know if the label we give as "bad" is really bad or "good" is really good. There is a wonderful Sufi tale about this that I love...some call the tale, "Good thing, bad thing, who knows?"

The story (a shorter version): There was once a farmer who owned a horse and had a son. One day, his horse ran away. The neighbors came to express their concern: "Oh, that's too bad. How are you going to work the fields now?" The farmer replied: "Good thing, Bad thing, Who knows?" In a few days, his horse came back and brought another horse with her. Now, the neighbors were glad: "Oh, how lucky! Now you can do twice as much work as before! "The farmer replied: "Good thing, Bad thing, Who knows?" The next day, the farmer's son fell off the new horse and broke his leg. The neighbors were concerned again: "Now that he is incapacitated, he can't help you around, that's too bad". The farmer replied: "Good thing, Bad thing, Who knows?" Soon, the news came that a war broke out, and all the young men were required to join the army. The villagers were sad because they knew that many of the young men will not come back. The farmer's son could not be drafted because of his broken leg. His neighbors were envious: "How lucky! You get to keep your only son". The farmer replied: Good thing, Bad thing, Who knows?". -A Sufi Tale