She stood, the wind slicking back her
hair, blowing away the tears that fell from her eyes.
Why had things changed? All of those
years, listening, passing on knowledge, feeling at one with those
around her.
Life was full of sound, full of
chatter, love and laughter then. True, there was never silence, but
she was not used to that anyway!
Ever since her birth, there had been
the voices. Precocious, her Mum had said. 'Knows more than she
should!'
But what had changed? Why did they not
speak to her anymore?
It had all started with her illness. As
it took hold, they drew back, became quieter, eventually becoming
silent.
She felt so alone, their voices no
longer her eternal companions. Nobody could understand. Why should
they? They lived in a stifled, closed world of silence!
She understood, they were giving her
space to heal, to rest. She was sure that they would return –
wouldn't they?
It felt as though the wind around her
was playing tricks on her ears. She was sure that she could hear her
name being called.
Are you there? She called. Have you
come back to me?
Just the whistling wind answered her
cries.
She turned to go, rushing to get out of
the bitter, biting wind, back to the warmth of home.
She reached home, her hand on the door
handle when...............
Yes, there was no mistake this time,
she heard her name being called. Softly, sweetly.
She turned her head, looking for the
source. But of course there was nobody there!
She smiled, realising that they were
still there, after all. Biding their time until she was well.
Then came the rush of love which filled
her to bursting.
'Don't worry my child, we have not left
you, we were always here, watching, waiting for today.'
And with a beautiful rush the voices
returned. Spirit voices, the loved ones who had passed into another
realm. She was home again.
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