I'm sure many of you have experienced the magical connections made while traveling alone. 

These "synchronisities" just seem to occur far more prevalently on solo journeys.  From the jungles of Costa Rica and Ecuador to the gypsy festivals of Stes. Marie de la Mer in France, to the Chalice Well in Glastonbury, England or the tulip fields of Holland - it doesn't matter where I am, unusual happenings just seem to pop up often when I'm on my own ---- well, that's my take on it anyway.

I had a strong dream about my father, Dan, last night.  He was sharing tears of joy at the progress his youngest son had made in making many changes in his life. He and I were hugging and we both felt a weight taken from our shoulders due to the shifts some of the family members had made this past year. It was a happy dream and so good to see my father (whose passed on) up close and personal, even to the point of familiar smells.  I awoke thinking about him.

Today, after setting up a few singing gigs here in Florence, I suddenly got the urge to drive down the coast a bit further to Reedsport.  Thinking I was looking for an elder care center, when I got there the address had taken me to the hospital.  When I inquired, I was sent to the hospice center at the back of the hospital.  The woman in charge ended up being a music therapist who played several instruments: the flute, banjo, guitar, etc.  We had so much in common while talking in her office about my coming by next week sometime.  We both knew first hand of the healing power of music.  She shared her own experience that often patients hadn't needed their pain meds following a deep connection to a musical performance. 

Suddenly, she asked if I could stay awhile.  I said, "yes."  She picked up an odd shaped bag and we walked down to a room where several elders were sitting in wheelchairs.  From the bag she withdrew a worn celtic harp, sat down, and asked if I knew the song "Danny Boy."  OMG - I'd given my father, Dan, a music box that played that song, and asked my family if we could play that song for my father at his funeral. It felt as though she was plucking the strings of my heart as she played with such care and I sang.  I watched tears roll down the face of a man sitting nearby.  It was incredible.

I had driven down thinking that I was going to do the sharing, and instead I was the one who was touched beyond belief. 

Do I believe in magic?  YOU BET I DO!  May the magic come visit YOU in your dreams....blessings!