18. Manna Earth

Text Box: “Manna Earth”, “Mother Earth” is the memorabilia memoir, I enjoyed putting down during the first six years in Geneva, just before the dawn of the third millennium. During the long cloudy winter months in Geneva, my perception is heightened above the Alps, as I feel nostalgia seeking the bright sunlight of my sweet country, Greece and especially my even brighter fatherland, Argos. My heart was fluttering to begin a Saturday morning walk. It was as if I was meeting everything for the first time. In my daily walks I was always aware of the beauty around me since I had my first sight of Geneva, but this magic morning of May, the attraction of River Arve was stronger than ever, as I was walking towards France. My eyes wandered again and again over the towering sides of the province, taking in the pattern of green fields, and I gazed up at the high peaks, the arête and the sharp ridge of mountains in Switzerland, with the thrill of excitement that always came down to me from that untrodden land. I was in terrible need of a climb skyward, of getting higher and higher. My mind was flying happily and lifted the heavy soul, too. I could not resist mounting about a thousand meters on Salève in nearby France that beckoned me. The snow had almost disappeared, leaving only runners of tracks of the earth and the growing plants that had been waiting patiently for months under the thin layer of soil, were emerging now like spear-heads, released by the spring sunshine. Some wild flowers had already spread their petals and their scent, in waves of a gasping soft touch. I was going up alone and there was nobody in sight, clambering without a break and when I reached a summit; I was breathless swallowing eagerly the crystal air, as though I could never get enough of it. At that remote point, I missed the other half of my heart, my spouse. It was as if a strong magnet pulled me towards him. Then I could feel the palpitation of my blood running through my arteries. My mind and my soul had succeeded in rising and the exercise had warmed my body.

Text Box: Danaë~ Mvanna G`h