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“Please do not be cynical. I hate cynicism – it’s my least favorite quality, and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.” Conan O’Brien

Earlier this week I had the pleasure of meeting Conan O’Brien after a concert he performed in with his new band The Vigodas at The Lodge Room in Highland Park.  What was interesting is I feel I already knew him after watching him for over thirty years on his talk shows, travel show, and podcast.  After so much familiarity, I feel he already was a friend, we just hadn’t met.  

            In between musical acts, I asked my brother what he would say to Conan if he got the opportunity to meet him. He said he would blame Conan on his poor sleep, because he would stay up to watch his late night show ever since the debut (when my brother was in 4th grade).  I said I would bring up the late Norm McDonald standing me up on a date when I was an extra on his show, because I knew Conan was his beloved friend. I even prepped a photo ready to show him.  

            My brother and I decided to leave during another act, because the LA heat wave was difficult to bear at the concert hall.  Several minutes prior we saw Conan leave from his private room and exit through the front.  We decided to go out the entrance, although my brother warned me the proper exit was preferred, and Conan was probably already long gone.  We stepped into the alley of the front entrance and found Conan there with his crew.  Immediately I was lectured by a staff member that “this is not an exit.” I pretended to not hear the comment, and when I saw Conan I had to say “I love you.” I was wearing a Dolly Parton shirt in honor of her, who had died the day prior.  He said “I love your shirt,” and we both briefly shared our love for her.  

I had prepared to meet Conan earlier that night.  Call it the law of attraction or just an inner knowing.  My brother and I just had discussed this potential interaction.  I showed him and image on my phone of Norm McDonald and I from 20 years ago, stating “your friend stood me up on a date.” He realized who it was, he said “he’s still standing you up.”  After his witty comment, Conan then offered kind genuine words that you would to a friend who had been hurt by someone years ago.  It was a brief interaction but validating.  My brother shared what he wanted to say to him, we talked of his upcoming new season of his travel show Conan O’Brien Must Go which includes the Phillipines this year.  I ended the conversation with giving him one of these itonlytakesasmile kindness cards.  I watched Conan actually reading the Joseph Campbell quote on the back.  The new cards had just come in the mail that day, and I was appreciative I was able to share this with him.  I am not sure if he kept it, but it was an honor to offer something small and tangible to him.  

One of the last things I said to Conan in addition to it being a great performance that evening was “I’m glad you are doing what you love.” Conan has been such an inspiration.  He’s pivoted his career multiple times, and after retirement he opts to start the podcast Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend and a travel show, where he visits his fans internationally.  In his 60’s he’s starting a band for the sole fact that it brings him joy.  Watching him and the Vigodas perform helped spread joy to the audience.  We need more of that in our world today.  There is a contagious nature of happiness and curiosity to try new things and share your passions with the world, regardless of your age.  His playful interactions with the audience in between songs welcomed us all into another facet of him, which was entertaining and engaging. 

Thank you Conan for what you do and taking the time to have a genuine conversation with us.  It would have been easy to say nothing, not be bothered after a performance, as you had people to protect you from bothersome fans like me. Yet those several moments engaging with you will linger and live on as I share the story with others.  After years of watching you, it warmed my heart to feel for a moment we connected as friends. 

 “Fall down. Make a mess. Break something occasionally. But know that your mistakes are your own unique way of getting where you need to be and remember the story is never over.” Conan O’Brien

Synchronicity

            Recently I was sharing with a colleague the numerous experiences of synchronicity that I was having at the time.  She had never heard of the term “synchronicity. ” After I got over the shock of her not knowing this I began to describe it.

            Synchronicity is signs from the universe that you see repeatedly, it’s moments that appear to be coincidence but are not by chance.  It is the alignment of things that you have been talking about that appear on your path. 

            I realized my definitions of examples could not do it justice, and I looked up articles on synchronicity to share with her.  One article simply described synchronicity as “winks from the universe.”  And this succinctly summarized synchronicity in it’s essence. 

            Carl Jung coined the term synchronicity to be “meaningful coincidences.” Since he offered this term, this word has flourished in the spiritual and psychological worlds.  Jung further went on to say ““Synchronicity is an ever-present reality for those who have eyes to see.”

            I had heard once that when there are frequent moments of synchronicity, it’s the way of the universe and your guides telling you that you are on the right path.  Whether this is seeing frequent numbers, symbols, repetition or themes in our everyday lives and conversations, and “random” encounters with others. 

            Earlier this year, I accompanied a friend to get a Filipino tattoo.  She researched for an entire year about the process, and decided on one particular person in the OC area. She flew from the Midwest to California for this tattoo event, I went with her.  Synchronicity unfolded as we shared our history. It turns out not only was the tattoo artist from the state we were in the Midwest, we went to the same grade school, my cousin was best friends with her brother.  Her brother was the only roommate I ever had in my life, and this was in Brooklyn.  Our thread of connection crossed state lines: Ohio, New York, and now California.

This blew my mind with the synchronicity that occurred, and I decided I need to get a tattoo by her as well.  Months later, I wrote about this experience on social media, and shared an image of my friend, the tattoo artist, myself, and another friend.  On Facebook, someone commented she knew all of us in that photo.  This person who commented was someone I had met one time in a bookstore in Paris, knew everyone of us in that picture from different times in her life and different areas of the world.  This is magic.  This is synchronicity. 

            Having these moments of synchronicity happen layer upon layer was wild.  It surprised me and yet it didn’t.  I feel as if synchronicity always happens to me, and perhaps if you are lucky you will notice when the wonder of synchronicity is visiting your life. If you feel comfortable, please share your stories of synchronicity below, I would love to hear them.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.”-Joseph Campbell

Becoming Poetic

            Oftentimes when I hear teachers speak in poetic language, I long to immerse myself in their presence.  I wish I too could quote lines from poems with ease. I was curious how these magnetic speakers do this.  Do they recite poetry on a daily basis?  Do they memorize lines for speeches they can access with ease?  Or are they just blessed to have the poetic gene in their bodies?

            Yet I began to understand that the essence of poetry is noticing the small things.  Simply noticing.

            It’s putting out a hummingbird feeder, stopping what I’m doing when I see one fly by in the corner of my eye, and watching hummingbirds land to take refuge in their sweet meal.

            It’s wiping the folds of my French bulldog’s face after coming in from a walk in silence so I can be totally present. 

            It’s finding comfort in a soft cozy yellow blanket I’ve had for years, while I sit on my couch and read, as my dog snores at my feet. 

            It’s delicious satisfaction after eating a Swiss piece of chocolate paired with coffee.

            It’s taking time to notice the changing hues of the sky during the sunset each night from my balcony, which on a clear night also offers the cinematic view of the Santa Monica mountains.

Paying attention is poetry. And it’s accessible to us all.  What poetry is arising with you today?

I started out wanting to write great poems, then wanting to discover true poems. Now, I want to be the poem.

Mark Nepo