“Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.”
~ Dejan Stojanovic,
The oddest thing happened, the night before last. I was at my farm, ready for bed, when I heard a sound like tinkling bells outside in the dark.
I went out the back door and into the cold night to investigate, but there was nothing. No wind. No bells.
Inside I came, turned off all the lights, and slid in between the sheets. Ben was already asleep. Bert was snoring.
I was almost asleep when it started again. Harry dog’s ears pricked up. He heard it too. Little tinkling bells. Up we got. Quietly we crept through the house. All the while there was that intermittent tinkling sound.
There was no possible cause for it.
But it sounded like it originated outside.
Yes, it was louder there. In fact, when we stood under the magnolia on the back lawn it was very loud indeed. Loud and clear, this beautiful bell-like sound.
Hello, I said. Welcome! Because the sound felt very friendly, and it made me strangely happy.
I’m coming, answered this sweet bell-like melodic voice.
At the sound of the voice I was filled with joy. I saw images of a dear face, and knew that I’d just met a soul who will soon be coming into a human body. I’m thrilled, to know both the pregnancy and birth will go well for this new mother. (And no, it’s not me!)
Harry and I came back inside and put ourselves to bed, both of us wriggly with happiness. What excitement! I am so looking forward to meeting them in person.