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Serendipity has always been one of my favourite words. It is commonly defined as a fortunate accident. Wikipedia says it was coined by Horace Walpole in 1754. He makes a reference to a Persian fairy tale ‘The three Princes of Serendip’. The princes in the story were “always making discoveries by accidents and sagacity of things which they were not in quest of.” Possibly when you allow it, you always see the signs and possibly all this loitering I  am doing both literally and figuratively has allowed more serendipity into my life and thoughts.

I randomly picked and watched an Indie film on Netflix today called ‘In your eyes’ – a story about a man and a woman who live in two different places but can hear and feel each other and the intense happennings in their lives. They discover they can talk and listen to each other and grow into a relationship. They build a bridge across the space that separates them.

I have been thinking a lot lately of so many of us who feel different and misunderstood, who find the labels, the world gives us, our behaviours and our relationships, limiting. So many of us turn to reading, writing, making, watching, books, movies, art, stories of people finding connection in mysterious and magical ways, in search of hope, I presume, for the possibility that life as a human being has more meaning than just going about your day. That there is something mystical, even supernatural out there that seems just out of reach of the reality the world has taught us but that our imaginations readily embrace if we allow them to.

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