Despite five and a half years of blogging synchronicity, I am just now creating a post about synchronicity. Why now? Because of the synchronicity of this sign:
I saw that in the synchroni-city of Boston, last night.
Here’s a definition of “synchronicity”:
syn·chro·nic·i·ty
siNGkrəˈnisədē
nounthe simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.
“such synchronicity is quite staggering”
Are you ready for the simultaneous occurrence of photos that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection?
Here‘s “Synchronicity” by The Police.
Ooops! Wrong Police. Let’s try that again.
I look forward to the synchronicity of your comments.
There’s a lot of synchronicity of gratitude here for all those who help me with the synchronicity of my blogging and — of course! — for YOU.
The banana on the car made me laugh. I LOVE your photos overlooking the water- breathtaking.
I love the synchronicity of our lives, lovely Lisa!
Your photos and thoughts work together again, Ann.
I enjoy the synchronicity with you, Mark.
What’s the city where everything happens simultaneously?
Synchronicity.
I hadn’t thought about this before but if you go back in time “synchronicity” derives from the Greek σύγχρονος. Kronos was both the word for “time” and the name for the Titan of the harvest who’s pictured with a scythe, ultimately becoming both Father Time and the figure of The Grim Reaper. That’s unfair to Kronos, though–without time we’d never get anything done.
Thank goodness you have the time to get so many things done, Chris.
Sending a steady stream of healing hopes to your kind dentist.
That steady stream of healing is working, my kind friend.
What photos you have shared they are amazing just like you
It takes one amazing person to know another one, Joanne.
Summer images sure synchronize with your blog.
Summer better than others. Thanks for synchronizing this comment, Maria!
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