Synchronicities of the Universe

synchronicity (ˌsɪnkrəˈnɪsɪtɪ) —n: an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated

It always seems mysterious when something like this happens.  Serendipity, synchronicity, coincidence . . . however you want to view it, I like to believe in the magical side of things.  When we moved to the coast, we found a place we liked and agreed against our better judgement to a 3 year lease that increased by $75 monthly every year.  We love our house and it's surroundings but it has 3 of us commuting separately 12 miles each way daily, and it's a bit pricey.

I've hinted of some changes to come and while it hasn't panned out yet, I feel like sharing our "secret".  In September, Prince Eric and I made a whirlwind trip to LA to get my tubal ligation reversed.  Yep, we're trying to have a baby.  Yep, we're both in our early 40's and my other two kids are 21 and 16.  Yep, we might be crazy.  Unfortunately, we haven't been successful in this baby making venture yet, but one of the issues is that we live in a (technically) 2 bedroom house. Sebastian's room is a glorified closet but since he's only home on college breaks it works out ok.  If we had another child we would essentially be kicking Sebastian out of our home.  We were wondering if there was any way we could get out of our lease.  Lo and behold, the owner of the house contacts us last week and asks if we want out of our lease because of some "project he's going to go forward with".  Heck yeah!  We've spent this week searching and have now applied for a new rental closer to our work, $200 a month cheaper rent, 4 bedrooms and has a nice big fenced yard, something we don't have.  It didn't work out so well for the aforementioned homeowner, turns out he wanted to get rid of us only to turn around and rent to someone else, and they backed out.  HA-ha! said in my best Nelson-from-the-Simpsons voice.  Maybe not only some synchronicity going on but some karma too ;) .

Today, I had a client come in and randomly hand me a postcard that was the artwork and poetry of a speaker at her church.  This client had never met me before and doesn't know of my affinity for the ocean, or of our trying to conceive.  The card on the back reads:

Mother Ocean
Pull me deep into your womb
O, Ocean
Rock me in your belly
Just for a little while
From your mouth feed me
Food mixed with yours
I will be strong and satisfy
Enfold, and hold me tight
With my mother's voice
Sing a quiet lullabye
Mother Ocean, rock me
I shall sleep a deep sleep
Tuck my spirit in
The rhythms of your heart
Together with mine
My spirit will dance
Mother me softly
O, Ocean
Enfold my soul, I will rest
With the palm of our hands
From my head to my toes
Let my blood flow freely
Make me well
Open Wide Mother Ocean
Release me gently
But not a moment too soon
Restore me Completely
Deep from in your womb
I am whole and ready
Let me out, Mother Ocean
I am strong, and I will live
  -by Senitila McKinley