Coincidence?

I don't believe in coincidences. Especially when they start piling up. A few weeks ago, I was sitting at work, and a woman walked into my office and was holding some flowers. She said that someone had given them to her, but that she was allergic, and handed them to me. I put them in a little water, and thought about them. They were lilies, which happened to be the favorite flower of an ex of mine. We had done the friendship thing, but it had gone hot and cold, and seemed to be headed to permanantly superficial in the "hi, how are you, how's work?" sense. Then the phone rang. It was said ex, asking if she could come over and hang out with me at work (something we used to do a bit, but hadn't in months and months. So she came over, the flowers were a nice suprise, and we seemed to have a nice relaxed time just hanging out. Now, a month later, we're like peas and carrots again.

Last week I was at Saturday's market, and I noticed one of those artisan carving booths had the name of a friend of mine up on a plaque, a fairly non standard name at that. It was no suprise to literally run into her and her husband at guitar center that afternoon.

I was discussing these and other strange coincidences with a dear friend the other day, and she wondered if these kinds of things are always happening, and we're just not reflective enough to notice, or if there really are periods of greater confluence in our lives. I'm not sure. I've been doing my best to live my life with less analysis, and more immediacy.