What is it about synchronicities that are so perplexing? A detail in the fabric that can stop you dead in your tracks – questioning the thread you decided to twist instead of braid.

Wondering how the soul you recognize traveled the path you decided not to – at the same time – without knowing either’s plan. How the song you couldn’t stop singing all summer seemed to be a lyrical prediction. Perhaps it was your soul recognizing the path taken and feeling called to the other soul.

The applications, the programs, the planning with friends – all leading up to the decision. The Big Apple or Magic City.  

When you step into spirituality, there’s no coincidence, only signs of alignment. And, the pill only becomes bigger.     

Against my will, for better or worse.. in a world full of empty bodies, you’re the soul I recognize.