Posted by: Tess (Piyadassi) | April 7, 2011

Homeward Found

Synchronicity: the experience of two or more events, that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner.

I love synchronicity. Besides being a really cool song by The Police, it never fails to leave me gobsmacked at the wonder of all I don’t get and can’t explain.

For those of you who read my last entry about searching for a new home, I could have written this bit of good news the next day since that was when I found my perfect apartment. By that time I had looked at about 10 other potential domiciles, but from the moment I opened The Door and saw the sweet alcove cut in the wall for a phone of old, you know, one with a cord attached, I knew this place was different.

Every turn brought another little inhale of surprise, the kind of feeling when something or someone takes your breath away and you lean ever so slightly in the direction of that tug on your heart. The sweet kitchen, the spacious living room with its retired fireplace, big east facing windows, deep window ledges fit for snoozing cats, an in suite storage unit about the size of a small garage, a genuine dining room, a walk-in bedroom closet and a fabulous bathroom sink rescued from a girls’ school torn down in the 1940’s. There’s even a laundry room for the apartment building which isn’t coin operated. Yep, free wash and dry. And, drum roll please….it’s cheaper than where I live now! Can I get a hallelujah brothers and sisters?!

I was giddy with excitement, filled out the rental application and just knew it was mine. I got the confirming call to that fact a couple of days ago and my intention was to write this post that night, waxing on poetically about the power of synchronicity when we just let go of our fear, my fear more specifically around finding the home that was right for me. I didn’t write that night for reasons I can’t quite remember. Regardless of the why, the waxing was postponed.

Today I went for an hour long bus ride to a university just outside of town for what I thought was a meet and greet tea with a friend of several friends about possible future job opportunities. What I discovered instead was a remarkable woman who told me of her life, her passion for her work and the people she works with, the faculty and programs she nurtures and the bold dynamics of a life embracing change and growth. I felt a surprising birth of inspiration and desire to be a part of this place. She told me of a job opening up in the next few weeks that very much echoed the work I had done for the past three years. She shared tantalizing tangible and intangible rewards that could be mine if I join her in this mission.

Then I felt it. My heart cracked open. I told her something I’ve never said before in a job interview. “When you tell me about the programs and I hear your passion for your job I feel tears welling up inside of me.” She smiled and simply said “good.”

When I got up to leave I noticed my necklace, a silver Hamsa, had fallen on the ground. A Hamsa represents the hand of God and is a good-luck amulet meant to bring its owner happiness, luck, health, and good fortune. I picked it up and started to put it back on when my new friend commented on the intrigue of my jewelry’s fall to earth. “Perhaps you’re meant to have a hand in what happens here,” she said.

In an earlier post, I wrote how within a half hour of creating my blog I received an email for a job interview. Well, I got that job. Part-time which could grow over time, low pay to start, but wonderful people, great perks, important work which I will start next week. Last fall I had a tarot card reading with my dear friend, Oriane Lee Johnston. She told me that my work in the world from now on would have to come from a compassionate heart, that I would be tempted by an old way, but that I would know the work when it appeared.

There’s a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer which tells us to “(r)emember, there is one word you are here to say with your whole being. When it finds you, give your life to it.”

Perhaps this is the word, whispering in my body, awakening my soul, calling me with an urgency of a lover about to set sail to a distant land, coaxing me to come along lest we never see each other again. Does the word change? Does its vibration quicken or grow faint over time? That is the living of life. Gathering the harvests of each precious day and moment. Where the call will take me I cannot know. All I am asked to do is follow. Dying to each breath, each leaning in to the heart’s tug to peer over the edge of the precipice, the fool of the tarot stepping into the abyss and learning to fly.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, HarperONE, San Francisco 2003



  1. beautifully shared Tess….I can feel your passion…..keep the fire glowing. Being in the heartfelt moments is listening to your soul.

  2. OK, wow.
    Seems you’ve let go of the bank and are flowing midstream; you have inspired me.ox

  3. tess, it all sounds so right (and exciting). may you be happy.

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