the Dao . . .

by mulberryshoots

I’ve been feeling a little virtuous lately because all week, I’ve been doing scheduled tasks on the actual day that I intended to do them. Most mornings, I eye the “to-do” boxes and move them to the next day or later in the week.

Yesterday, I cleaned up the word document for the first year’s text of the blog. I put together and sent my 2011 tax info to my accountant and mailed it. I didn’t spend any money all day except at the post office. I resisted getting a Dairy Queen cone dipped in chocolate to reward myself for getting my tax stuff done.

Today, I took boxes of books that were congregated downstairs in the entry halls to donate to the Worcester Public Library. I was greeted at the loading dock by friendly and helpful people who thanked me and helped unload them. Donating to the public library is the only way that I can justify releasing books from my own library to make room for new additions. After going to the Asian market where I picked up some very large shrimp for tempura tonight, I dropped off two bags of clothing to Goodwill that had been sitting around for a few months. Then, I got gas in the car even though the ten cents I was supposed to save from the Stop and Shop card was meaningless because gas had gone up more than twenty cents today just from yesterday.

The reason I am describing these mundane tasks is that before I left for the library, I fished out a book at the last minute, called “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to the I-Ching.” Someone online had just been asking me about the I-Ching so I thought I’d take another look to see if there was anything interesting in a book I hadn’t looked at for years. When I got back home, I took it upstairs and while flipping through it, came to a paragraph in the back of the book called, “Is it Synchronicity?” And here verbatim is what it said:

“In a nutshell, the phenomenon of synchronicity can be described as a pattern of correlated coincidences that can take form as objects, thoughts, ideas and events (or a combination) linked together in a common theme, meaning, and significance to the observer. Often, synchronicity is the eerie feeling that someone or something is operating “behind the scenes,” guiding us along. Actually that “someone” is what Westerners variously describe as a knowing, higher form, the sea of consciousness, or the almighty God. Many Easterns call this ultimate force the Dao.” (or Tao)

How about that?