Ho hum, synchronicity

On my way north on Monday, I stopped in at Isis Books. It was my first visit in several years, and I was pleasantly surprised to see the store enlarged and with more books (and stuff) than ever.

I was chatting with owner Karen Charbonneau in the storeroom when she broke off from asking me how M. was doing to take a telephone call. The caller, who wanted to order an item from their mail-order catalog, was calling from the very small town in the Hudson Valley where M. grew up.

Maybe when you work in a metaphysical bookstore this sort of thing happens all the time.