By ice rivers
We have the blessing of twins as grandchildren. Watching the way that they communicate with each other is a joy and a wonder.
This, of course, leads me to joyful wondering.
What is it like to have a companion in the womb?
What kind of communication is going on in there.
I like to think that's it's communication by heartbeat.
I like to think that the heartbeat is upbeat. The hearts have so much in common.
Let's imagine a prenatal conversation between the twins...in our case, Isobel and Will.
Since Belma is the oldest, I imagine she sends the first signal. Will is as amazed to get the signal as were the sailors on board who heard the first radio signal and thought it was God.
He sends his own signal back.
Belma gets it and the conversation begins.
It will continue for the next eight months, each day growing in it's coherence, rigor, authenticity, validity, and engagement.
Mostly the signals are about how great the warmth is which is life as we know it but simply warmth and comfort as they know it.
Since there is nothing to fear, the heartbeats within the warmth are almost always about physical matters like space and motion neither one of which is called space nor motion but rather a variation of warmth.
Then somewhere around the ninth month which within the warmth feels like an eternity, the first rumble of what might be considered "thought" comes beating over from Belma to Will. The first thoughts are questions.
"do you think there's anybody else?"
Will beats back " I'm good with you and me"
A few days later, Belma sends this heart beat back to Will.
It turns out to be the last shared beat in the warmth.
"Is there something after this?"
Will thinks there might be especially when he realizes he's alone.
Whatever's out there he's going for it as Bellma apparently already did.
Suddenly blinding light and need.