You

 Are you gently sleeping

Here inside my dream?

And isn't faith believing

All power can't be seen

From song "To Where You Are"

On Saturday morning I started thinking again about trying to get together a new writing circle, and I began brainstorming how I would approach it. I pulled a book off my shelf that I actually didn't know I still had. I had purged a lot of books a couple of years ago, and since I hadn't ever really used the book, I figured it was gone. But there it was.

Upon opening it I found something I didn't even remember existed:

I didn't realize that Jim had given me this book. I felt it was a sweet message of his belief in me and the journey I continue here on earth.

Today I began to look into a slightly different approach and found a book that was published on October 7, 2025 -- a year to the day he passed away.

For a long while, I have been open to messages wherever they come from, and I cannot help but feel he is gently leading me in my way. Others would say "just coincidence." Sure. A coincidence that informs me on ways to go. I believe synchronicity is a power in the universe that helps us follow the path that will serve us best.

With that in mind, I wrote this poem:

I find you, Jim,

as I muse on

things I want to

pursue.

Your name in a book, 

handwritten by you.

A publication date

of significance to me.

All happenstance

mind you,

not planned

or searched for.

Some would say

synchronicity.

I feel a kinship

to you on the other

side of the great divide.

Something slightly

different than here

on the earthly plane.

You show up

in mystical ways

like you know what

I am thinking

before I do.