I have been listening to a lot of Counting Crows music lately waxing nostalgic back to high school where Adam Duritz lulled me into dreamland and allowed me to drift softly into the manic sweetness of a melancholy baltimore winter evening. I remember late nights after “lights-out” at boarding school where we listened to his unforgettable voice, comforting and haunting at the same time… A few days ago, I saw him on myspace when I added a Counting Crows song to my page… I sent him a message thanking him for what his music has given to me… the solace… the acknowledgement of shared human experience.

Today, I was walking quickly after a meeting, racing around Washington Square Park intent on zipping back to my desk to make sure i left at a reasonable hour… as i was walking i stepped to the side, realizing i was in someone’s way… the way you feel that energy on a new york street that instinct that tells you… move…

As i did, i spun around to see whose energy I felt… I glanced back and looked quickly at his gaze. locked eyes… then poof.. gone…

Funny how it is, life. I thought about this and laughed really hard as Isaw him whisk away quickly dreadlocks flying in the wind.

Adam Duritz had just passed me on the street.

Coincidences like that are funny. I have seriously been listening to his music on repeat for the last week after years of not really listening to it.

And then, who appears like a crow in a slave narrative. some omen.

Something that showed me what I already know– that we’re all really connected. That sometimes when you just focus on something. think about something. Your energies merge. Even if it is only for a second.

And unknowingly… he reaffirmed that notion within me.