The Magic of Synchronicity: A Journey Through Homecomings and Soul Connections
I believe synchronicity is a sign that we are on the right path. These are stories of my journey back to places I have called home, the winding path, divine timing and soul connections.
The Summer Camp Dream
My travels recently took me back to Colorado and New Mexico, both places I have called home. I never got the traditional summer camp experience and was determined to make it happen for my sons. In my head, I wanted them to experience the quintessential sleepover camp: hiking, horseback riding, rifles, cookouts, campouts, bunkmates, and more. I homed in on the "perfect" camp in the mountains outside of Denver about five years ago. Since this story is about synchronicity, you will not be surprised that this camp happened to be a mere miles away from the little town of Kitteridge, Colorado, where I lived in my early twenties.
While scrolling through Facebook, I stumbled upon a post in a mom’s group where a woman was raving about a camp she attended as a child in Colorado. Intrigued, I looked it up and immediately knew, "This is it!" I've been sending my boys to this enchanting camp for years now, and this year marked my youngest's first adventure there. It felt truly magical knowing they were sleeping and dreaming just miles away from where I once did the same, back when they were just a glimmer in my eye and my life’s dreams were still being woven into reality.
Their camp is in the quaint little town of Indian Hills, Colorado, known for its viral signs from the local community center. This trip was all about taking my youngest to camp for the first time. Since his camp session was only a week long, I decided to stay in the area. I stayed with some friends, and this is the story of the magical, mystical, divine synchronicity that led me to them.
From Cannabis Crusader to Colorado Resident
How did I end up living in Colorado in the first place? My passion for cannabis! It was my early college days, and I got a job with a campaign with the Marijuana Policy Project in New Mexico. We were campaigning against a New Mexico congresswoman who had repeatedly voted against medical marijuana, even though the majority of the constituents were for it. I ended up in a relationship with one of my co-workers on the campaign who lived in Denver but was living in New Mexico temporarily for the campaign. We decided to give our relationship a shot, and I took a shot at transferring schools and moving to Capitol Hill in Denver.
Now I call this the glory days of Cap Hill. I had the cutest studio apartment off Pearl St. for $650. I later looked up listings for the same place and it had doubled in price. Eventually, my boyfriend and I had an opportunity to move the campaign to Telluride, Colorado. We ran a campaign to legalize cannabis for adult use in 2004. This was the beginning of cannabis legalization in Colorado. That particular campaign involved grassroots organizing on the ground. The referendum we got on the ballot lost by 36 votes. While we didn’t win that campaign, it laid the groundwork for Breckenridge to pass the same referendum the following year.
That is how this type of grassroots work works. You have to saturate and educate, get the public's opinion to a tipping point. This was the path. Eventually, Denver legalized, and then Colorado did, becoming the first state in the nation. It was incredible to be a part of true social change in my lifetime on a campaign I worked on. I fought for our brothers and sisters incarcerated for a plant, and it was a life’s triumph of mine to win the good fight. Eventually, that boyfriend and I moved back to Denver, broke up, and I felt the call to get back to the idyllic town of Telluride. There was a big pull there, little did I know that it would be one of the biggest life-changing pulls of my life.
Unexpected Friendships and Soul Connections
Days before my move to Telluride, I received an unexpected call from Lindsey, an American girl I had met while backpacking in Europe. When we met she was working at a hostel in Rome where I had stayed. Lindsey had recently broken up with her boyfriend, sold everything, and bought a one-way ticket to Rome. She had run out of money and had to work at the hostel to make ends meet. In a twist of fate, I brought her back to stay with me in my dorm in England, where I was studying abroad. This would become a recurring pattern in my life—bringing people home with me—a habit I eventually had to break, leading to my personal rule: "Don’t bring anyone home off tour."
So, I get a call from Lindsey saying she's staying up in Longmont and asks if I want to meet up in Boulder. I drive up to this charming college town, grab a few drinks with her, and we catch up on old times. While at the bar, a woman in a fuzzy Kangol hat befriends me and insists I stay the night at her place. I couldn’t pass up her offer, as I had been drinking and really shouldn’t be on the road. We head back to her place, meet her beloved huskies, and the rest is history. This amazing woman, Melissa, has become one of my dearest friends, still a husky mom and now a Goddess Mama to my boys.
A few days later, I picked up and moved to Telluride, and so did Lindsey! Later on, Lindsey started dating a guy named Mike. Lindsey and Mike planned a backpacking trip and each invited a friend. It was during this trip, while climbing a 14,000-foot mountain to hot springs between Crested Butte and Aspen, that I met my now husband Josh.
Staying with Melissa, my soul sister from Boulder, during camp week was pure magic. Boulder has remained a home away from home for me all these years. Melissa and I have shared countless adventures, creating unforgettable memories with each visit.
Synchronicity and Spiritual Connections
I also got to stay in Denver close to Pearl St. with my new soul sister, Claudia. The path that led me to Claudia was one guided by pure intuition. I discovered a training in Brazil in Bridge Keeping, offering a chance to not only learn from and sit in ceremony with the Yawanawa Tribe but also to gain tools to bridge others from the global north to the medicine of the rainforest. When the invitation from Entheonation appeared in my inbox, I knew immediately I had to go.
We had classes on Zoom before and after the immersive experience. The moment I saw Claudia in one of those little Zoom boxes, I felt an instant connection and knew I wanted to meet her. I also had a strong intuitive feeling that she would be my roommate on the trip. Sure enough, when we arrived at our little hut with a lush green living roof in a sacred valley in the mountains outside of Rio de Janeiro, Claudia was assigned as my roommate.
We quickly became fast friends, sharing stories of our journeys with ease. Claudia was from Denver. Not long after, I told her about building a boat in Egypt with my business partner, Rabie. She mentioned that she had been invited on a trip to Egypt in November, but it didn’t line up. However, she suspected that the guide her friend collaborated with might be Rabie. A quick Instagram search confirmed it—sure enough, it was Rabie. Her friend had not only hosted with him but had also helped send me oils from Egypt because it was easier for her to ship them from Denver. I had just received those oils weeks before our trip to Brazil.
Back in Hawaii, I regaled my friends with tales of my adventures and new connections. During a late-night chat after a psilocybin ceremony, my friend Kingsya asked, “Does Claudia have kids?” Kingsya, originally from Colorado and familiar with the dating scene there, revealed that someone had once tried to set him up with Claudia. He never reached out, but he had definitely checked her out.
When camp week rolled around, I got the chance to stay with Claudia in Denver. It was wonderful to spend more time together. We co-worked, made delicious food, and continued our deep catch-up sessions, filling each other in on our lives.
In one of our conversations, we discovered that two separate ceremony leaders we worked with had trained under the same teacher in Peru—synchronicity number three! Just today, I had a reading from one of my go-to card readers and psychics. This woman isn’t a friend and doesn’t know me personally, yet her readings are freakishly accurate. During my reading, she asked, “When was the last time you talked to Claudia?” My mouth dropped to the floor. “Uhh, I was just with her a couple of weeks ago!” Synchronicity number four. The magic and flow are unstoppable.
I cherished my time with my sis and am so grateful. She is a new, beautiful flower in my garden of life.
Homecoming to New Mexico
I was born in New Mexico, back in 1983. Albuquerque is my hometown, a place that has shaped me deeply. It’s familiar, wild, and wonderfully unique—the Land of Enchantment. Home to the International Balloon Fiesta, smothered red and green chile Huevos Rancheros, and epic sunsets, it’s also known as the Land of Entrapment. No matter how far I wander, Albuquerque always calls me back.
This time, I returned for my dear niece's wedding. She isn’t really my niece, and I’m not really her aunt; her mom is my cousin. But when you’re part Native, that’s how it works. Everyone is your auntie. The same goes in Hawaii; everyone is auntie and uncle. It’s a mark of honor and a sign of respect.
This visit was about family, so I didn’t really announce to a lot of people that I was visiting because it can be overwhelming to fit in too many visits with friends, and I hate to let people down. With limited time, I don’t overschedule and just go with the flow on these types of trips. This always allows for that divine timing, synchronicity, flow and magic that I love. Every year there is a Curanderismo class at the University. This year the healing fair popped up on my Facebook, and I just happened to have a couple of hours solo to show up. When I arrived, I saw my friend Jenn Jen, a sister I met organizing in the Occupy Wall Street movement. She is an incredible soul, a true phoenix, pulling herself directly out of the fire to be reborn. She is a successful entrepreneur now, an award-winning artist and healer. I went to the booth she was working at and said, “Surprise!” Surprise was an understatement. We hugged, reconnected, and took a picture to remember the moment.
I told Jenn Jen I was going to get my name on the list from the traditional healers, curanderas from Mexico, who were giving Limpias (cleansings). She said to try and get one from Rita. Rita, a renowned curandera whom I had sat in Temazcal with a decade ago, had also given me a Limpia de Rosas. The list was long and there were many healers, and it was very random who you were going to get. Of course, I got put in Rita’s group. There were five women in my group healing, and one of them looked familiar. It was this woman with whom I had been Facebook friends for years but had never met. Recently, I was really resonating with her posts and I reached out to connect over Zoom. We planned a few meetings, but with our busy schedules, they kept getting rescheduled.
Anyway, here I am sitting across from her in a group healing with the renowned Rita guiding us as she sprayed aromatic medicine on us, passed around herbs that we swatted and rubbed all over our bodies, and audibly and loudly released, yelled and exhaled all that didn’t serve us. It was so funny that Spirit didn’t allow my Facebook friend and I to meet over Zoom. How boring and 3D! No, we were meant to meet deep in profound healing, open, seen, loud, healing together—the way a real friendship should be formed, ya know!
After my treatment, I walked out and almost ran directly into my sister Antoinette. I hadn’t seen her in about seven years. She had performed a beautiful blessing for me at my blessing way when I was pregnant with Noah, my youngest, blowing the conch shell to honor and bless my baby and belly. And there she was, equally surprised to see me. The first words out of her mouth were, “I was just thinking about you this morning!” Moments like this are how I know I’m on the right path, guided by Great Spirit to meet the exact people I am meant to meet. Lucky for me, she had already received what I call the psychic page that morning!
I listen to my soul and my intuition, tapping into a deeper knowing that serves as my internal compass. When I simply allow, doors open, and magic awaits. I float through life, walking the beauty way toward my destiny, dancing along the way with my soul family. Synchronicity never lies. It tells us when we're on the right path—the red road, as we call it in Native American spirituality. In a world without maps, that inner compass, paired with signs from the universe, illuminates the trail.
Each encounter, each twist and turn, reinforces my belief in the beauty of synchronicity. These stories are just a glimpse into the magic that unfolds when you follow the signs and trust the journey.
Soo much divinely orchestrated interfacing; so much love from Spirit, the Grand Organizer!