My wife Melanie has some reflections on pregnancy, life, and death that I think are beautiful and profound. You might think so too.
In a way birth is as much a mystery as death. What life is like before birth is as unknowable as life after death, even though it is in the past we don’t remember life in the womb. Maybe this accounts for the popular conception that souls reside in heaven before they come to earth.
What does she know, this little unknown one who I feel moving mysteriously within but cannot see or touch or hear or smell? What is she aware of?
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