Reflections on Synchronicity
Navigating Uncertainty with Intentional Creativity®
Have you ever considered life as a dance between synchronicity and asynchrony?
Lately, I have found myself lingering in deep contemplation, watching the way life unfolds when we are seated in stillness, adrift in the unknown, staring into the vast horizon of uncertainty. There was a time, not so long ago, when the mere whisper of uncertainty sent me spiraling, triggering old wounds buried deep within my trauma brain. The descent was swift, a cascade of fear and reactivity that did not just affect me, it rippled outward, touching those closest to me with its tremors.
Fast forward to now. The present. I have learned to walk with trauma in a new way. How? By stepping fully into the practice of Intentional Creativity® taught by Shiloh Sophia, by surrendering to the alchemy of daily meditation, and by carving out a self-care ritual that became my anchor. This, along with the willingness to be seen and to see myself, ushered me into an entirely new world of possibility.
Let me be honest with you.
I have never been one to trust easily.
I mean, how many times have we been told that a single experience, a single course, a single teacher will unlock some grand purpose, leaving us irrevocably changed? I wanted that. I craved that. And yet, despite my best efforts, despite the therapy, the inner work, the courses, the searching, I had not yet experienced that soul-shaking, ground-breaking a-ha moment I so desperately sought. You know the kind I’m talking about, the one that erupts inside you like an explosion of understanding, an orgasm of the mind, the spirit, the very essence of your being. I was waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
Then, the moment arrived.
And it was nothing like I expected.
It happened in the most mundane of places, inside a hospital, waiting for my appointment. The fourth floor held an expansive view of the Pacific Northwest, a breathtaking contrast of two worlds. On one side, a vast forest of trees ignited in their autumnal fire of burning oranges, deep reds, vibrant yellows. A symphony of color whispering of the oncoming winter, the season of slowing down, of returning home to oneself. The trees stood in silence, in surrender, in rest.
Turn my head, just slightly, another world entirely.
The city. Tall buildings of steel and stone. The restless hum of traffic, the hurried footsteps of a thousand souls moving, striving, pushing against time. Noise. Motion. A ceaseless churn of energy.
And there it was.
The epiphany.
I had a choice.
Uncertainty was not my enemy. It was an invitation.
A moment of pure awareness flooded through me, coursing through every cell of my body. I was waiting. Waiting for a diagnosis, waiting for clarity, waiting for a roadmap from my medical team as we unravel the mysteries within my own DNA. Uncertainty surrounded me, yet in that instant, I saw it for what it truly was. A portal. A passage. A space where I could either surrender to fear or open myself to possibility.
Do you realize how powerful that is?
For those of us navigating trauma, chronic illness, or overwhelming life changes, uncertainty doesn’t just unsettle, it can destroy us. The disaster mind, that primal survival instinct, steps in like an overzealous protector, convinced it is keeping us safe. It drags us down familiar corridors of dread, weaving catastrophes out of thin air. It is not a superhero, but a relentless mosquito, feeding on our fear, always thirsty for more.
Yet, here’s the paradox:
Disaster mind is not the enemy.
It is doing what it was programmed to do—pulling us into the story we already know. It whispers that all endings must be the same, that history will repeat, that safety is in retreating into the known. But is that true? Or is it merely a habit?
What if it’s neither?
What if, instead of falling into the old story, we could see it as a construct? A choice?
This time, I caught myself before I collapsed into victimhood. I turned my head, one view, then turned to face the other direction, and I was met with another. Two worlds. Two possibilities. Two truths.
We fill our lives with noise, with distractions, some good, some toxic. We scroll, we avoid, we procrastinate. And yet, at any moment, we can choose where to place our attention. The cityscape, a maze of overwhelming complexity. The forest, a sanctuary of stillness. Which view do we seek when the weight of life bears down?
But here’s the deeper question, is the serene view the safest place to be?
One trigger. That’s all it takes. One crack in what we thought was solid ground, and suddenly, we are free-falling.
There is no magic pill, no divine intervention that will erase the pain, the uncertainty, the work. No guru, no mentor, no shaman can walk the path for us. They can guide. They can illuminate. But in the end, the work is ours.
If we are our own worst enemies, then the opposite must then be true. We can destroy our lives in deep trauma cycles, or we can change the narrative and step into something remarkable; what Jonathan McCloud calls, pregnant possibilities.
I have fought this truth. Fought it hard. There have been days when all I wanted was for someone, anyone, to just hand me the answer, to take the burden from my shoulders, to whisper, Here, this is how you fix it. But despite the longing, the tears, the full-bodied resistance, I have learned that the only way out is through.
With guidance of a trained therapist in trauma and utilizing my Intentional Creativity practice, I was able to do something remarkable, and do you know what I found in the darkness?
A new and simple truth.
I am the light in the darkness.
No matter what surrounds me—chaos or stillness, despair or hope—I have the power to choose how I show up in this moment. That is the truth.
And if you are reading this, then I know something about you, too.
You are a survivor. A seeker. A soul that has walked through fire and is still standing.
My inner critic often tells me I should have figured this out long ago. But I remind that voice, we all arrive when we are meant to. Each of us will face the darkest corners of our being. And it is okay to admit that we need help. It is okay to ask for it.
So, what is my beautiful truth?
I am the living embodiment of synchronicity and asynchrony.
I move between order and chaos, between knowing and unknowing, between surrender and resistance.
I am not meant to always have the answers. None of us are.
But here’s my question for you:
When uncertainty shakes your foundation, what is your truth?
What tools do you call upon?
What anchors you in the storm?
Because if you have never asked yourself these questions before, I invite you to start now.
You are the light. The choice has always been yours.
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Written by Melissa Halbert
Intentional Creativity® Guide
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About Melissa Halbert
Melissa is an Intentional Creativity® Guide, an active Guild Member since 2023, and a part of the community since 2020. With a background in Marketing, Communications, and Operations, she is also an emerging artist and author, as well as a dedicated student of Intentional Creativity®. Melissa shares this transformative practice with neurodivergent teens and adults, cancer patients, and individuals navigating chronic health conditions and rare diseases.
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YES!!! ALL OF THIS!! I got teary reading it. Thank you for the gift of YOU and your unique wisdom and radiant beauty and fierce passion for all you do. You are truly a Force of Nature and that force is LOVE!! oxo