Today I experienced "what a small the world truly is" when you follow you intuition and have an underlying belief that there are no accidents. Let me explain.

Today is Easter Sunday and I was on the phone talking to Anita, a woman I met for the first time at a workshop about a week ago in Gilbert, Arizona. Anita lives in Sedona, Arizona and I live in Scottsdale, Arizona — about 200 miles separate us.  During our conversation, Anita told me about her adventures trying to buy property in Sedona. In passing, she  mentioned an entrance way to a residence that reminded me of the house in Sedona a friend of mine, Shelia, rented years before. I asked Anita what street the house was on, determined that it wasn't the same house that Shelia had lived in and casually mentioned Shelia by name.

To my great surprise, Anita actually knew Shelia from a presentation Shelia did in 1996 when Anita visited Sedona for the very first time. Until about six months ago, Anita lived in Chicago and had lost track of Shelia. When she moved to Sedona, Anita wanted to locate Shelia, a wonderful intuitive, and hadn't  struck pay dirt. Shelia had since moved to Prescott, which Anita didn't know, and there was "no way" that the two of them could connect by chance in the market, bank or any place else. To make a long story short, I acted as "match maker" and gave each woman the other's email address, should either choose to reconnect. What are the chances?