The love connection

As a very young child I believed that everyone knew grandma was coming when they saw the red scarf fly through our transom and land on the hall rug.

I heard my mother's voice when she was miles away on several momentous occasions.

I heard one of my children "call" me when he was in trouble.  It was so clear I thought he was downstairs, but he was miles away.  However he remembered that I had told them, when they were very young, that if they ever needed me I thought I would hear them if they thought of me very hard. He told me later he was thinking hard and calling me.
 
I have often heard the sound of a door opening, or closing, about ten minutes before someone arrives where I am.

I have had other experiences that led me to believe that I had  connected with a loved one on some strange level on other important occasions.

I can't make any of these things happen.  I can't count on them. I have no more control over them than when I hear the sound of a cardinal singing. But they happened and that makes me believe  human beings can communicate in ways we don't understand yet.

Last night I fell asleep thinking of one of my children and singing (in my head) the same lullabies I sang when they were very small.  When I heard that this child slept much better last night than during the past weeks, it made me wonder.

If science ever figures these sorts of things out, maybe they should call it the love connection.