I think they’re always trying to reach us. It’s never that they’ve gone silent or stepped away. The work falls on us to notice, to listen, to understand the signs. I can’t say I’ve ever had a direct conversation with mine, not in the way you might imagine. But sometimes, something will happen—a string of numbers, a song on the radio right when I needed to hear it, a book falling open to a perfect page—and it feels so clear. It feels like them.
It’s in those small moments, the ones that could easily be written off as coincidence, where I sense the communication most strongly. It’s not a voice in my ear. It’s more like a gentle nudge in my awareness, a quiet knowing that I’m being looked after. So maybe the key isn’t about forcing a connection through any specific method. Maybe it’s more about softening, about being open and receptive in your daily life. When you stop straining to hear and instead just become willing to receive, that’s when the messages seem to find their way through. They are always there. We just have to be ready to see.
