Synchronicity on the Shore

 A meaningful coincidence

 

Earlier this year, before my journey to Switzerland, I immersed myself in the writings of Carl Gustav Jung. I wasn’t thinking about geography—just ideas. Archetypes, the collective unconscious, the shadow. I didn’t even register that Jung had lived in Zurich. 

Then came Sunday, September 14th. We took a boat across Lake Zurich, snapping pictures along the way. At one stop—Küsnacht—I felt something shift. Maybe it was the “LOVE” sculpture. Maybe something else. I took a photo, not knowing why, just knowing it mattered. 

Weeks later, back in the U.S., the thought struck: Wait—didn’t Jung live in Zurich? I looked it up. And there it was: Seestrasse 228, Küsnacht, right next to the lake. Just steps from where I stood, camera in hand.

It was a moment of synchronicity—Jung’s own term for a meaningful coincidence. No causal link, just resonance. Internal and external events aligning, quietly, without explanation.

 

As one of my colleagues once said: “Everything has a purpose.”