Synchronicity; More than Just Coincidence

 Have you ever wondered about things that might be considered coincidences in your life but are more than can easily be dismissed as mere chance?  Sometimes they seem to be significant - more than just coincidence – due to the timing or events that are very meaningful in your life.  On January 14, 2025, I will be presenting a Dreamwork Canada workshop that will explore this phenomenon which Carl Jung called synchronicity.

Below is the information for you to join us in exploring this most curious and meaningful phenomenon.:

Dreamwork Canada presents

 

an opportunity via Zoom to explore

our dreams as a means of deepening                

and expanding our spirituality.

 

WORKSHOP: Synchronicity and You: More than Coincidence led by Greg Little

 

Join us:
     Tuesday, January 14, 2025 from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. EST  (two hours) 
     On Zoom
     Cost: $40, or pay what you can

 

In his essay, On Synchronicity, Carl Jung declares, “I have therefore directed my attention to certain observations and experiences which, I can fairly say, have forced themselves upon me during the course of my long medical practice. They have to do with spontaneous, meaningful coincidences of so high a degree of improbability as to appear flatly unbelievable.” Jung named these “meaningful coincidences” synchronicity. 
In this workshop, we will explore:

• Jung’s hypothesis for synchronicity,
• examples of synchronicity in Jung’s work and in our lives,
• outline how to differentiate between synchronicity and “mere” coincidence. 

Participants will have an opportunity to discuss their experiences of synchronicity and explore the impact in their lives. 
Since Dreamwork Canada believes that exploring our dreams is essential to our psychological health, participants will also have an opportunity to examine dreams in a group experience. We invite participants to being one of their dreams to share in the group experience. 

Led by Greg Little, an Anglican Priest and Honourary assistant at St. John the Evangelist Anglican Church in Strathroy, Ontario. He is a Certified Dream Group Leader and spiritual director from the Haden Institute.

Registration deadline: January 13, 2025 

To register: 
Step 1  Send your name and e-mail address to dreamworkcanada104@gmail.com so we can forward the Zoom link to you.
Step 2  Send your payment by e-transfer to dreamworkcanada104@gmail.com or request an alternative method of payment.  E-transfers are automatically deposited, no passcode required.
 
Questions?  Contact the registrar at dreamworkcanada104@gmail.com

 

Time Stands Still

I have been pondering how time can speed up and slow down.  Returning from our cottage in P.E.I. many people asked how my summer was.  My answer was inevitably, ‘It went by way to quickly.’  There is a general consensus that time seems to speed up as we get older.  However, it can also slow down – for example at the beginning of doing something new – a new job or going to a new place for vacation.  Initially the time seems to go very slowly but picks up speed as you become accommodated to the new situation. 

Einstein’s theory of relativity postulated that time slowed down as an object approaches the speed of light.  So, time really is relative.  I had an experience of this - or something like this some years ago when time seemed to stand still.  It occurred on my first visit to the Apple Farm Community in Three Rivers, Michigan, where later I would go often for spiritual retreats.  The Apple Farm Community was founded by Helen Luke, the author of wonderful books which delved into many different aspects of life as reflected in literature.  Luke’s magnum opus is Dark Wood to White Rose: A Study of Meanings in Dante's Divine Comedy.  It is a wonderful exploration of the journey into wholeness which is offered to each of us.

My introduction to Apple Farm occurred in the mid-1980’s.  I was on what I believe was called an introductory weekend with three other Apple Farm neophytes.  There are many things about my time there which are memorable and were pivotal in my life which was on the cusp of middle age at that time.  My memories of the people I encountered and particularly Helen Luke are to this day important ones as are the dreams I was given while I was there at that time and on subsequent visits. 

Of the many memorable aspects of that time one event stands out.  The four of us neophytes were meeting with Helen in the afternoon of the day after our arrival.  Just being with her was memorable and I remember her as a presence that far exceeded her physical size.  After some time, we were given a fifteen-minute break.  I decided to walk on the grounds and, being very conscious of the time, I checked my watch to ensure that I would not be late.  You need to be aware that I have quite an active complex about being on time, so this was not unusual for me.  After a while I checked my watch and discovered that very little time had passed, and I still had ample time to enjoy the grounds.  Shortly after I noticed one of the other newbies calling me to come back as - horrors of horrors - they were waiting for me.  I had kept them all, including Helen, waiting - one of my great fears.  I looked at my watch and discovered that it had stopped shortly after I started my little sabbatical.  I returned quickly giving my apologies and checking my watch again noticed that it had started working once again and continued to keep accurate time the rest of my stay at Apple Farm. 

For that brief interlude time stood still for me – me who has always been very aware of time and being on time.  I believe that the one who sends us dreams and synchronicities was giving me that lesson.  The trickster was playing with my on-time complex.  I still struggle with an overly active desire to be on time to places, as my wife who has no problem in this regard will attest.  However, when this happens, I remind myself of the time when my unconscious conspired for me to keep Helen Luke waiting.

May you be blessed to have time stand still for you on your journey. 

Lest We Forget

Yesterday I preached a Remembrance Day sermon based on the Gospel passage from Mark 12: 38-44.  This is the well-known passage of the Widow’s offering in which Jesus commends a poor widow for giving so much out of her poverty:

‘Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the treasury. For all of them have contributed out of their abundance; but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.’

The widow gave all that see had.  The widow’s offering – sometimes called the widow’s mite, represents for us today those who made the supreme sacrifice for Canada in war. The served and died for their country.  They gave everything that they had - their lives for their country - for their comrades - for their loved ones and all others who remained at home.  We give thanks today for their sacrifice.  Unfortunately, the sacrifice continues, and men and women are still called to serving and dying for their countries.  The Prince of Peace was born in Bethlehem, but peace does not yet reign.  We also remember those who serve and suffer because of the conflict – the effect can continue after they return home – through the effects of combat - both physical and psychological.  Their sacrifice continues.  Our response can be to honour that sacrifice and ensure that they are not forgotten.  But it can also be that we pray that peace will reign.  That war will no longer be carried out - that we will study war no more. 

Humankind does not seem capable of making this happen.  It can only happen through the grace of God.  We pray that some day it will be so.  Let us end with the prayer for the Armed forces and the prayer for peace from the B.A.S. 

The prayer for the armed forces:

Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home and abroad.  Defend them day by day with your heavenly grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen

The prayer for Peace:

O God, it is your will to hold both heaven and earth in a single peace.  Let the design of your great love shine on the waste of our wraths and sorrows, and give peace to your Church, peace among nations, peace in our homes, and peace in our hearts, through your son Jesus Christ our Lord.  

Amen

To Catch a Falling Leaf

 I was sitting at the dining room table at home a little while ago, looking at the accumulating leaves that have fallen to date.  There are lots more to come.  A leaf caught my eye as it dropped from one of the trees and floated gently to the ground.  I mused that Fall is a much more descriptive name for the season than Autumn even if Autumn is more poetic for this loveliest of seasons in this part of the world.

That falling leaf brought back to mind a story which had been read to me in school when I was in grade five or six which is now many, many years ago.  It was a story of a boy who had been told that it was good luck to catch a falling leaf on your birthday, before it hit the ground.  Actually, I didn’t remember initially that this had to occur on the person’s birthday.  However, this came to mind after some cogitation on the story.  I couldn’t remember much more about it but turned to my good friend Google to see if I could get a hit on what I remembered of the plot.  Unfortunately, this is one of the infrequent times when Google didn’t come through.  I did, however, find out that catching a leaf before it hit the ground is a common theme in folklore.

One source https://hypnogoria.blogspot.com/2015/10/folklore-on-friday-autumn-leaves.html, noted that, “author WJC Murray recalled that as a small boy I had whimsically been taught that there was a magic in a falling leaf if you caught it before it touched the ground.”  The same source had the following reference:

In 1878, the Folklore Society was founded to study such matters, and indeed to preserve these kinds of traditions, songs and rhymes. And in their first year of operations their official journal records the common folk belief that If you catch a falling leaf, you will have twelve months of happiness. (Folk-Lore Record)

The same source notes that, “Children’s author Alison Uttley, in her memoir A Year in the Country (1957), recalls a more exacting version, ‘We try to catch a dancing leaf, for every leaf caught is a 'happy day', but how elusive they are, these fluttering alive things, which slip through the fingers and evade pursuit!’”

I would appear that the premise of the short story (which at this point must remain without a title or author), was grounded in a well-founded tradition that the act of catching a falling leaf before it reaches the ground is good luck.

This reminiscence is nice to explore.  However, what it has actually shown me is how much stories, that I was fortunate enough to have read to me in school and at home when I was growing up, were so very important to me and how much stories were part of my formation in my becoming the person I am today.  In my memory, there were many times in school that stories were read to me, many of which are recalled as this one was.  Of course, the three Rs were essential for my education, but more than anything academic I was taught, the stories were the most important part of my education.  I wonder if the curriculum in the school system allows for students to be read stories.  I suspect not given all the responsibilities that have been placed on that system these days.

In case you are wondering, in my memory, the young hero of the story manages to catch a leaf just as daylight was dying in the West and his birthday celebration came to a close. 

May you be blessed to catch a falling leaf and put it in your pocket or some other special place.