Today, the two teapots sit together in my living room, where I see them every day - their spouts arced together over a green pebble from Point Reyes, like some kind of altar to synchronicity.

Synchronicity – most simply, the belief that some coincidences are not mere coincidences. That some coincidences are meaningful.   I believe that this was one of them.

It’s hard to explain why, since I don’t find evidence for any given theory in this synchronicity ... I don’t believe it reveals the actions of gods or ghosts any more than I believe that it can be written off as a random coincidence.

Imagine waking up from a dream to find that you had brought something back with you – clenched in both hands as real as anything, from someplace that isn’t supposed to be real.

Although you might never be able to guess how it happened or why, it would still change you.