Mary Medlicott, Storyteller and Author - Storyworks

Storytelling Starters ~ Reflections

I’m interested in coincidences. Not so much in why they happen but in the fact that they seem to happen to some people more than others, and that they fascinate us. The great psychologist Jung was very interested in them. As I recall he called them synchronicities. What do they tell us about ourselves and the world we live in?

Well, I don’t have any explanations. I just know I love them and enjoy them when they happen. So I was intrigued by one that occurred this week. It happened after I thought I must have lost a favourite shawl of mine and then, after much searching for the shawl and not finding it, I came across it folded up on a little-used chair in our front room. Nothing odd about that, you might say. Mislaying things happens all the time and so does finding them again if you’re lucky.

Yes, but it’s what happened next that makes it so odd. You see, the shawl was given to me by a New Zealand friend who’d bought it in Turkey when she and her husband were on a trip round Europe that preceded a visit they made to London. So wasn’t it a very fine and rather strange thing when I got an email from this very friend this very week?  She’s a busy person, she rarely writes, it’s always lovely when she does and her email this week was about a yachting trip she and her husband are making up the eastern side of New Zealand.

So there’s the coincidence – hearing from my friend in the very week when she’s already been in my mind a good deal because of losing and finding that much-loved item of clothing she’d given me. I’d have felt very sad if I hadn’t found it – sad that I’d lost a good friend’s gift and sad that I no longer had it. In fact, it’s round my shoulders as I write, today being another of those sunny but very cold days that we’re experiencing in London right now.

So there we are. Another item to add to my coincidences note-book. Meantime I’m hoping very much that the sun keeps coming out and the days get a bit less cold. Also I’ll express the hope that any coincidences you experience in the days ahead will be good ones that make you smile.

PS: Illustrations this week are of reflections, first because I love spotting them. But also because, come to think about it, coincidences are a bit like reflections in the sense that two experiences come together where, at the start, there was just one.

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4 Responses to “Storytelling Starters ~ Reflections”

  1. Felice Tombs Says:

    What a happy coincidence! There I was thinking I haven’t had a reply from Mary, I must check my email and there was your blog… So I read it and there was the reply. ♥️

  2. Karen Tovell Says:

    Thanks for the blog, Mary, where your talk of REFLECTIONS reminded me of this very old “What Am I?” Riddle(spelling and punctuation I have left just the same as I found it):
    By something form’d, I nothing am,
    Yet ev’ry Thing that you can name;
    In no Place have I ever been,
    Yet ev’ry where I may be seen;
    In all Things false, yet always true,
    I’m still the same – but ever new.
    Lifeless, Life’s perfect Form I wear,
    Can show a Nose, Eye, Tongue or Ear;
    Yet neither Smell, See, Taste or Hear.
    All Shapes and Features I can boast,
    No Flesh, no Bones, no Blood – no Ghost:
    All Colours, without Paint, put on,
    And change like the Cameleon.
    Swiftly I come, and enter there,
    Where not a Chink lets in the Air;
    Like Thought I’m in a moment gone,
    Nor can I ever be alone;
    All Things on Earth I imitate,
    Faster than Nature can create;
    Sometimes Imperial Robes I wear,
    Anon in Beggar’s Rags appear;
    A Giant now, and strait an Elf,
    I’m ev’ry one, but ne’er my self;
    Ne’er sad I mourn, ne’er glad rejoice,
    I move my Lips, but want a Voice;
    I ne’er was born, nor e’re can die,
    Then prythee tell me what am I.

  3. Helen East Says:

    I’d say it is shadow

  4. Helen East Says:

    lovely to connect with you xxxx

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