The simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection
ORIGIN 1950s: coined by C. G. Jung, Zurich, Switzerland.
Wow, wow, wow!
On my way home from the plaza late last night in a deserted parking lot downtown, I happened to come upon one magnificent looking, tan, apparently young and healthy looking coyote the height of about my Isabella-girl, but a lot slimmer. Unhurried and unafraid the coyote kept on sniffing the ground after a quick check on me as I was about to peddle by real close. Thinking of my Pretty Kitty, most likely near by, still out and about during these mild summer nights, I circled back again and again around the coyote. Trying to scare the beast away, I rung my bell wildly. Nope, this creature of god-dess showed no fear, but languidly retreated only a few steps to continue on while it held only a minimal proper cautionary distance. This coyote almost looked and acted more like a dog familiar in human habitats and utterly unconcerned.
Oddly this magical encounter happened after an odd chance meeting with a stranger where a conversation that started due to the appearance of roaches at the center of our plaza. Soon the conversation shifted to coyotes and this man's account of his personal experiences and his appreciation of their intelligence. He claimed to have seen coyotes climb trees (small Pinions) in pursuit of prey and said that the coyotes always outwitted the wolfs, acting in tandem, one as a decoy the other fetching the goodies. Feeling at first sorry for the cute bunnies demise, he eventually came to appreciate the natural order of things and learned to desist his desires to interfere.
From there the conversation moved on to more personal matters and we recognized a similarity in our experiences and learned that we were born less then a month apart, although on different continents and in different genders. We, and maybe a large section of our generation considering our friend's accounts, seem to share experiences of vacillating between despair one moment and elation the other. In our fifties we had suffered devastating loss of lovers, friends, family and - beliefs not to speak of financial security.
It was powerful to realize our commonality, to be reminded that we are not alone, but part of a collective conscience and a generation, maybe at a loss, but still able to laugh with and hug a stranger.
My mythic encounter with a gorgeous coyote, so close to home, only stressed the importance of what had transpired that evening.