A few months ago one of the members of my book club found out that Toni Morrison was coming to DC to promote her new book, God Help the Child. She would be speaking at the Sixth & I synagogue downtown. My friend shared the date, and several of us expressed an interest in attending. I added it to my calendar to preserve the timeslot, and made sure I wouldn’t have to teach any yoga classes that evening.
The email with the talk details came a few days before I left for my Jamaica vacation. I had a lot going on that week and didn’t go online right away to buy a ticket. By the time I did, they were all gone. Alas, I thought. I can always order the book later from Amazon. I also secretly hoped one of our crew would have a last-minute conflict, and I might be able to get her ticket. But that didn’t happen either.
My friend and I decided to meet up for dinner and drinks before the event. It was one of the few nights of the week when I wasn’t teaching a yoga class, and it had been a while since we had been able to spend time together. After a good chat over even better food, I walked her to the event location, hoping to run into the rest of our friends and say hello. I was then going to head to Target to pick up some supplies.
As we entered the Will Call area at Sixth and I, I kept my eyes peeled for familiar faces. After a minute or two, another friend arrived. “Wow!” I thought. “Serendipity.” I gave her a hug and said my hello. I also explained that I didn’t have a ticket and would be leaving momentarily.
The young woman in line between my two friends turned to me. “I have an extra ticket,” she offered. "Would you like it?”
“Yes, thank you. That would be great.” I climbed the stairs to the event space and entered the venue with my two friends.
Professor Morrison was brilliant, insightful, eloquent and marvelous. I enjoyed her talk immensely, but I appreciated the magical way in which God orchestrated my presence even more. He had delayed my second friend at work, so she arrived just as we got there after dinner. The young woman who gave up her ticket couldn’t find anyone to attend with her, and she arrived just after us. Those were more than mere coincidences. It was a God thing.
I have been learning to be more aware of the times when things work out in my favor and support me as a creative. In The Artist Way, Julia Cameron calls them synchronicity.
Learn to accept the possibility that the universe is helping you with what you are doing. Become willing to see the hand of God and accept it as a friend’s offer to help.
Thanks God for the hook up. Each time I see someone committed to the craft of writing who is able to sell their work and earn a living, I get a little jolt of energy. I am encouraged that perhaps the same may happen for me. And no matter how many books I sell, I write, because that is what I was meant to do. You keep finding ways to amaze me and build me up. For that, I am grateful. Thank you very much!
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.