Eden’s Garden

“Why don’t you come home, Athena?” said my mother.

Children were playing and resting in the sunlit meadow where colors saturated, brimming with life’s effervescence.

Her presence felt like my mother, but she was not the woman my mother had become on this plane.

She was the source from whence my mother came – the source of my mother’s true spirit, before the pain.

I had never been asked this in my memory’s knowledge, and when I knew that world, it had been as my secret retreat with the animals.

Had I saved them all from destruction by my leaving?

It was clear new generations were replenishing.

(A healing experience while receiving energy therapy.)