I canāt definitively tell you why; whether these moments are significant is a matter of the meaning you assign to them and what you choose to do with it. Thereās also the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, aka the frequency illusion, where if something is at the top of your mind due to a recent event, you may be more attuned to noticing it when it appearsāthe classic example is buying a new car and then suddenly seeing your car model everywhere because now it stands out to you because of its significance in your life.
ephemeral. liquid, even. an infinite thread. (i know thatās three words/phrases sorry). but to me this idea is present as a unifying force in fleeting moments iāve always had the freedom growing up to explore religion on my own terms, and i always felt like there was some uniting force in the makeup of our souls, even if it didnāt mirror the masculinized, christian God. i feel connected to this force whenever i learn about people in history and realize they werent much different than us in the modern day. we just had different cultural contexts. every time the season changes. when youāre with someone you really care about and even silence suffices. in the same vein, making friends. like that feeling when you meet someone and connect and know you want them to be in your lives for a while. fate is God to me. as is chance encounters. when i take walks in nature and i can hear the river and the trees and the birds calling all at once. even when youāre in line at a store and you make brief small talk or have a connection with a stranger. especially when you get a little laugh or smile out of it. overall, when i feel really connected with humanity and the earth as a whole. i feel like all organized and not-so-organized religion stems from the same place in our hearts and souls (despite these messages sometimes becoming warped and misused).
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š