{"id":98,"date":"2009-01-23T13:29:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-23T18:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/?p=98"},"modified":"2009-01-23T13:29:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-23T18:29:00","slug":"synchronicity-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/?p=98","title":{"rendered":"Synchronicity"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"justify\">Synchronicity: a meaningful coincidence. It always surprises me. The most recent occurrence for me has had me looking back into my past.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">The inauguration of Barack Obama as the 44th President of our neighbours to the south captivated the interest of a good part of the world. The local rag had a front page story of a Stratford resident who was travelling to Washington to be a part of this historic event.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">America needs the energy, optimism, realism and hope which Mr Obama genuinely embraces. Afro-Americans needed the affirmation that this historic event delivered. The world needs a superpower to shift into, hopefully, a new direction of leadership.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">For most observers, though, the significance of Mr Obama&#8217;s success is obvious. For myself, and this is where the synchronicity comes into play, it goes deeper. Enter: <em>The Secret Life of Bees<\/em>.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">With a healthy chunk of our RBC reward points, David, unexpectedly surprised me with my very own Ipod, a sleek, shiny Nano 8. I had been resisting this popular device for one reason: its popularity. I had also been resisting a friend&#8217;s several-year-old suggestion that I should listen to audio books. Na&#8230;nope, not for me: can\u2019t walk and chew gum so how could I walk and listen at the same time. Besides, I\u2019m the touchy-feely type: I want to fondle my books while I read.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">That held until I became smitten with the writing of Ian Rankin. Mr Rankin, a Scot PhD, wrote the Rebus crime fiction series. Rebus is an Edinburgh detective inspector; a fully developed character with lots of complicated and nasty crimes to deal with. For a 2009 resolution, I decided to read the entire series from start to finish. David suggested that I listen to a download that he had of the first novel: <em>Knots and Crosses<\/em>. I thought about it for awhile. The realization that I could needlepoint and listen occurred. Brilliant. The long-in-the-tooth Leek pillow project could be finished along with the novels.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">In a weekend, I finished <em>Knots and Crosses<\/em> and a long border on the Leek; six hours of listening to a delicious Scot brogue. The decision was sealed: I would listen to the series. Onto novel two: <em>Hide and Seek<\/em>. <\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">Fortunately or unfortunately, I have a hyperactive imagination. My dreams during the period listening to these two novels became vivid crime fiction fodder. Not very restful. Best take a break from the crime fiction, but what should I listen to. As Inauguration Day was approaching, I thought about Obama\u2019s <em>Audacity of Hope<\/em>. Na. His autobiography, maybe&#8230;na. I felt like some chick fiction. David suggested that I look at his download library, 117 books and still growing. That\u2019s when I stumbled on <em>The Secret Life of Bees<\/em>.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">1964, south of the Mason-Dixon line and a complicated childhood&#8230;that resonates. For the better part of my life (age 8 and on), I would mumble when someone asked me where I was born. Dallas Texas. Yep. You know, the city that killed JFK. I came from the country that killed its dreamers, sent its future to a dirty war in the South Pacific, and had missile silos buried all across its landscape.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">Worse still, I came from the part of the country that celebrated segregation. My grandparents had &#8216;nigger&#8217; help, a gardener and a housekeeper. There were only white people in our neighbourhoods, schools and churches. There was no mixing, no respect and no tolerance.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">When I started listening to <em>The Secret Life of Bees<\/em>, I had vivid mental pictures of the events that Sue Munk Kidd describes. Things like the regular atomic bomb safety exercises at school (and yes, it seems oxymoronic to me but&#8230;). The alarm would sound and we were instructed to immediately crouch under our desks until we were given a signal. Or, watching Walter Cronkite on the nightly news. In my grandparents&#8217; home, conversation and movement of any kind was forbidden while the news was on. As an eight year old, it was unnerving. It seemed like you couldn&#8217;t even breath. My grandfather would yell at Walter whenever a nerve was touched: like the enactment of the Civil Rights Act&#8230;it seemed like the world was coming to an end. It was scary.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">For me, being an American was a terrible thing. It was humiliating. I couldn&#8217;t wait for the day when I got get my Canadian citizenship. A few years ago, I couldn&#8217;t believe my ears when my brother said that he was going for his dual citizenship papers and would be moving back to the U.S. I considered it temporary insanity.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">February 2008. Michelle Obama is getting heat because of her Milwaukee speech, &#8220;For the first time in my adult lifetime, I&#8217;m really proud of my country&#8230;not just because Barack has done well, but because I think people are hungry for change. I&#8217;ve been desperate to see our country moving in that direction and not just feeling so alone in my frustration and disappointment.&#8221; I knew exactly where she was coming from. I wasn`t convinced that America was prepared for change despite the hunger.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">A part of me is relieved that my grandparents are not alive. Not for their sake; for mine. It would be impossible to talk about a Democrat in the White House, let alone an Afro-American. It&#8217;s hard enough talking to my very Republican but colour-blind brother about it. <\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">But this Tuesday, I know that for the first time ever, I too was proud of my former country. I actually said &#8216;God bless America&#8217; out loud and meant it. Not just because the impossible became a reality. Probably, more, because I saw Americans joyfully jump into a great melting-pot of hope. I sensed that the global community was breathing in the sweet smell of hope that was rising about the USA like incense.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">A chapter of history is complete, the old book is done.<\/div>\n<div align=\"justify\">In closing, I would encourage you to watch the embedded link to Bishop Gene Robinson&#8217;s invocation at the Inaugural Celebration at the Lincoln Memorial. He reminds us that Obama is a man, not the Messiah. It is a powerful and beautifully hopeful prayer for the future.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/ca.youtube.com\/watch?v=kWWAnitUCw4\">http:\/\/ca.youtube.com\/watch?v=kWWAnitUCw4<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Nicola Adair<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Synchronicity: a meaningful coincidence. It always surprises me. 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