Synchronicity

I believe that synchronicity is a miracle in action. The Merriam-Webster dictionary explains it this way:

:  the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (such as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality —used especially in the psychology of C. G. Jung

I believe they are not accidental coincidences, but are directed by some sort of governing universal force. Please enjoy the following example.

I had two weeks of unemployment benefits left. I had been applying and interviewing every week, but I still had not had a single job offer. I was trying to stay calm and look at other options, including self employment.

I enjoy writing, so I had started a blog and was looking at writing opportunities on the internet. I stumbled across www.innertalk.com. That site is not about writing, but it is about self-improvement. Namely, using hypnosis and subliminal programs to get your mind on your side and create change in your life. They have a subliminal program that helps people write every day. I ordered an online mp3, and started listening to it every day.

Several days later a freelance writer that I know personally reached out to me. She is nearing 70 and not wanting to write as much as she used to. She wondered if I would be interested in doing some writing for an editor she knew.

I personally believe that this event occurred when it did not because of random events, but because I was becoming open to the idea of writing every day, and of freelance writing as a career option. It would seem like it fell into my lap, but I believe these events were put in motion by the universal force that helps us all.

I don’t know if I will have a career in writing, but I do know that the door has been kicked open for me.

Mama Llama Drama

Saturday morning we had quite the surprise! Our llama, Violet, had a baby girl. A baby llama is called a cria. We named her Oreo. She had trouble figuring out how to nurse, so we reached out in a facebook group for local homesteaders. A stranger graciously offered us goat colostrum and a bottle and nipple, for free. We had to bottle feed her a few times to help her stay strong until she figured out where the milk comes from.

Oreo is 3 days old, and today I saw her try to run for the first time.

Llama Drama

I never thought I would own llamas. I mean, you can’t eat them, right? Well, it turns out that people DO eat llamas, but I am not one of them. I am, however, totally hopeless when it comes to helping animals in need.

A neighbor who lived close to me got some llamas about 5 years ago. I think I remember her saying that she paid $2 each for them at the livestock yard. Anyway, her llamas got busy having babies and doing other llama things. Then about 2 years ago, they escaped.

The llamas were on the run for several months before the couple divorced. My neighbor moved away, and her ex-husband didn’t want them. Idaho is open range, so the livestock have the right to be wherever they are, and it is the home owner’s responsibility to fence them out. When neighbors complained to the sheriff’s office, the only thing they could do was call and tell the guy his llamas were out.

Last fall these 4 llamas started coming into my yard to drink. The water was drying up, and so was the grass and brush. I started feeding the llamas a little bit of grain, and then I researched them on the internet. It turns out that their manure is great fertilizer. I scooped some up from where they had started a poop pile by my car. Sure enough, my vegetables went crazy when I started watering them with a “tea” made from llama poo.

Thusly my desire to own llamas was created. I told my husband that I was going to try to catch them, and he said it would be polite to talk to the ex-husband first. He asked the neighbor, whose response was along the lines of, “If you can catch them, you can keep them.” So I went about the business of opening up my fence and baiting the pen.

In the meantime, I received a call from the sheriff dispatcher letting me know that my llamas were out. I busted out laughing, and told him the deal was that if I could catch them they were mine, but I hadn’t caught them yet.

Two days later, I had caught 4 llamas. The next day a 5th llama showed up. It was a young male, who had been driven off by the male with the 3 females. I had always seen this llama at another neighbor’s farm, and I thought it lived there. Nope, it just hung out down there, and the 4 other ones would come over to visit it from time to time.

This year I have a very happy garden, happy llamas, and a moderately happy husband. What more can I ask for?