Moments of synchronicity, moments of

unintended but

nonetheless apparent coincidence draw attention to processual relationships between things by establishing a perceptible (although illusory) logic in the

arbitrary nature of

things.

These moments, whilst in themselves not revealing any great insights into the workings of

things

when experienced

snap one into a state of active receptivity.

By being party to a coincidence; a seemingly anomalous occurrence, a superficial glimpses of patterning on the world’s veneer of (what would otherwise appear) chaos one becomes subject to the suggestion

the implication that

there is something more (behind, above or otherwise outside of   (a bigger picture,   a higher power) )

.

This is the coercel of the one into attending to all the  workings of the world as an event seemingly out of the ordinary has implied that there is a reason to attend.

Two Lycra clad joggers run on treadmills side by side

 motoric foot falls correspond in time before 

rhythm slips to phase flutter

an electric patter

stretching elastic as it pulls apart in to

cross rhythms                                                 

in on beat and

off

and

 suddenly

 you become aware of every strained breath interlocking between the feet

falling syncopation with the pull down

machine that

squeaks an accent on your beating heart

beat

beat

beat

squeak

each

landing on the off of the treadmill’s four to floor (or just about

there abouts)

until

it’s again

just the sound of two men running on treadmills

side by side 

and you look around as self-consciousness sets in.

Moments of synchronicity – coincidences – can induce a state where one becomes actively receptive to all; the meaningless along with the meaningful, the noise along with the music, and for that time one’s perceptual world is a (busier but also) much richer place.

It is a state in which one becomes aware of how inspiring the state of simply being is.