Awoken (part 48)
“I am home.” The thought became words as Mathew said it out loud.
“I am home.” He laughed. Then louder spoke his excitement and utter contentment. “I AM HOME.”
Overwhelmed by the richness of the moment, Mathew closed his eyes. Gaia blew a soft breeze across his face, she tossled his hair.
“Yes, Mathew you are home. Open your eyes. And know the splendour.”
Matthew obeyed. Leaves danced down a line of oak, shaking and settling. The shifting light how it played on the land, igniting the lush valley, then darkening and brightening with the flowing clouds. Vivid colour glowed and dimmed.
Mathew focused on the sky. The thickness of the clouds moving steadily across that pure blue. The depth of it, he wanted to reach into that depth, grab those cottony clouds and rub his face into their softness.
A flock of birds flew into view. Mathew knew the call: wild geese. He watched their pumping wings and long necks, aware he had so much more to see. All the trees, the feathers of the birds, the shades of grass, the garden flowers. He wanted to stare at the sky and at the same time sit to study every detail on the ground. He picked up a stone then a pinecone marveling at their colour and shape. Insects, winged and crawling. hovered and tickled. Flowers buzzed with pollen laden bees.
Gaia’s warm touch cupped his cheak with a ray of sun.
“Mathew, it’s only a short visit.”
Mathew nodded. ”I know.”
“Now go and wake the world.”
Mathew closed his eyes and let his mind join with the pulse of the garden. Sound, smell and sensation steadily merged into one growing, deepening gong and whirr. The soft ground became stony. New scents rode the breeze.
He opened his eyes.
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