First of all, I've been accused of being cynical more than once in my life, but I truly believe I'm just a 'keep it real' kind of person. I consider myself to be realistic rather than negative. However, I have, admittedly, been cynical regarding people's claims of getting 'signs', etc., from beyond - not to all claims or stories - but most. This being said, I have been in a serious state of self-preservation these days, avoiding most things, my senses nearly shut-down it seems at moments. Then, today, my friend reminds me of an experience I had recently.... One that challenges my inner-cynic! I thought it might be interesting if we had a thread to share these types of stories, as I know my friend’s story warmed my heart..
Here is my 'sign' as it were. I lost my Dad in April of this year to suicide, my Mom in '88 to cancer...
About a month ago, my husband and I had rented a skid-steer to get some more landscaping in place on our property. We spent all weekend hauling dirt, gravel, logs, finishing off the trail around the house, getting a large garden-box in place for next spring. At the end of the weekend, during a quiet, calm evening we were wandering around, admiring all of hard work. As with so many things now, I expressed how sad I was that Dad would never get to see how things were finally coming together on this project (which has consumed my life for a couple of years..), especially regarding the land/gardens. I told my husband that nothing is the same when you have no-one to be proud of you the way only a parent can be. We were both crying, hugging - and then he says to me 'Do you hear that?'. We have 2 sets of windchimes hanging in the same tree - one bamboo, one wood/steel. The steel one was steadily ringing, bing-bing, bing-bing, bing-bing - only hitting 2 of the 4 chimes. In perfect unwavering timing. I could barely believe what I was hearing...I reminded my husband of where we got the chimes... My sister had bought them for me as a wedding-shower gift, attached was a beautiful note.... part of it saying'.....They sing to tell you how proud Mom would be of you...'. We both completely broke down, hugging and sobbing. It was so surreal. We live in amongst 100+ft trees, the breeze was barely noticeable on the tree-tops, no wind was noticeably felt in our 'bowl'... The other set of chimes was making no sound. It was as though a hand had hold of the pendulant piece, swinging it back and forth on purpose - with purpose. Bing-bing, bing bing over and over again. I will never forget it. It must have went on for (what felt like...) five minutes.... I can't explain it. I'm usually the first to dismiss things like this, but this was so strange. The timing of it...I had just finished saying the words, 'no-one to be proud of me'..... It is a moment I'll hang on to forever.
Thanks for letting me share. (I hope my friend might do the same.... : )