The Heart Beneath the Soil and the Water
by JM Cyrus
The first time she felt the heartbeat was a shock.
She'd been pulling up ruby potatoes in Adytum's kitchen garden, humming to
herself and meandering through memories. Whilst squatting on her heels to
extract a few difficult tubers by hand, she'd felt a distinct
ba-thump
.
The surprise made her sit with an abrupt thud.
She frowned, pushing herself back onto her haunches. Taking a breath, she
removed her gloves. She reached into the hole again, warm fingers amongst
the cool soil powder and hairy roots, and there it was. She flattened her
hand against the hole's base and felt steady heartbeats. One, two, three.
Slow, slightly slower than an adult and definitely slower than her own.
Thalia knew she wasn't going mad. Since arriving at Adytum two months ago,
she'd felt more like her real self with each passing day. Her restarted
life had given her back to herself, reviving and renewing her. She'd been
born anew in Adytum’s rains and sunshine, and she'd found the adrift pieces
of herself in the soil and the people. This felt like her home, and she no
longer cried every day.
But though she felt connected to the place; this heartbeat was more than a
mere connection.
She couldn't see any of her colleagues nearby, they were likely in the
fields or orchards. She would have to go to the top for answers.
She finished her task, piled the muddy red roots into a basket, and took
them to the root cellar.
After washing the grime from her hands and face, changing out of her
gardening clothing, and giving her hair a good brush, she was more
presentable and ready to face others.
The sun shone hard on the land and houses of the complex of Adytum, draping
onto Thalia's shoulders and the top of her head. The sweat on her neck
steamed away in the breeze.
She entered a raised building like all the others, but this one held the
offices of Hess, Adytum’s head woman.
Solomon was with Hess when Thalia arrived, going through rebuilding plans
for a few of the guest cabins by the lake. Thalia saw the drawings on the
expansive paper, covered in the handwriting of several different people.
Hess, as always, stood when Thalia entered and came around the table with
her arms wide to give her a gigantic hug.
"Thank you," whispered Thalia into the woman’s lemon-scented shoulder,
"These hugs of restoration are always so nice."
Hess smiled as she pulled back, wrinkles appearing on her deceptively
youthful face. She flipped her waist-length silver hair back over her
shoulder and laughed.
"Well, you came here so broken, you needed pulling back together."
Thalia laughed morbidly and waved at Solomon. He stood, always surprisingly
tall, and engulfed Thalia in one of his own embraces. She closed her eyes
for a moment and enjoyed his friendship and his scent.
"What can I do for you today, Thalia?" Hess said, rearranging her neutral
linen clothing as she sat. "You don't usually come to see me until later."
Thalia smiled and sat on a chair beside Solomon. His large black eyes
watched her, naked and good-humoured.
"Well. Um. I don't quite know how to put this. So I'm just going to go
ahead and say it." Thalia took a deep breath, and her next words came out
in a rush. "I felt a heartbeat in the potato patch."
"Finally!" Solomon laughed, grabbing her hand.
Hess raised her hands to the sky in salutation. "Thanks to the sky and the
earth!"
Thalia looked from one friend to the other. "Please explain what’s going
on?"
Solomon looked at Hess, and they shared a conspiratorial smile.
"You mean you haven't worked it out?" said Hess.
"No, I haven't," said Thalia, frowning.
Thalia turned to Solomon, he was her closest confidante, surely he would
explain. He merely smiled at her, eyes twinkling with joy and secrets.
"For goodness sake, put me out of my misery!" Thalia threw her hands down.
"You remember when you first came to Adytum?" asked Hess.
Thalia winced and nodded. The first few days were a sore memory.
"Do you remember how I said we hoped Adytum would be a healing space for
you, and if you let her in, it would be so?"
Thalia nodded again, waiting.
"Well, it seems you and Adytum have finally connected."
Thalia looked to Solomon, who sighed and raised his eyebrows at Hess.
"Hess, you're being deliberately opaque. Thalia," he turned to Thalia, and
took her hands in his own. "Adytum is more than a place. It's more than
just this collection of buildings and fields and a forest and a lake, more
than the ethos of self-sufficiency we live by.
"Adytum is a being. The land we stand on, the food we eat, the space
we savour here, is all thanks to her. I mean, we call her a her but
she is much more than anything we can define.
"We live and work with her, serve her the best we can, and in return she
nourishes, revives and replenishes us. You've been welcomed, and now that
you can feel her, you'll be able to enjoy more of her."
Thalia blinked at him. Several ungenerous thoughts rushed through her head.
She heard the word cult a few times, and
is Charlie making moonshine again? Or are there hallucinogenic
mushrooms growing in the grain store? Maybe there's something in the
water?
But she said nothing, and looked between two people she trusted
wholeheartedly, and saw only truth.
"Pardon?" she managed.
"Adytum is a being we all live in synchronicity with," Hess answered. "She
lives within everything, the soil, the plants, the water. She's accepted
you and your residence here, and now you've felt her. You have a choice.
You can become even more part of the family with her. Or not."
Thalia looked at their hopeful, cheerful faces and asked herself, based on
everything she had been through recently, whether becoming more intimately
involved with the place would be a bad thing.
She'd arrived a broken woman. Her and her husband had parted ways in a
divorce that had only not been messy for the sake of their children. Their
mutual love and respect had long since evaporated into nothing but feelings
of bitterness and resentment. The family court had ruled equal division of
parenting, and her husband had taken their three young sons (Ruben, Dorian
and Samson, 8, 6 and 4) for the first six months.
Solomon was one of her oldest friends. He'd moved to Adytum 3 years before,
and when she told him about her divorce, he'd invited her to join him.
The place was a self-sufficient village and guesthouse with a long waiting
list and select guestlist. The people who lived here were all ages and from
all walks of life. A small school and other amenities meant her boys would
be able to continue their lives when it was her turn.
She'd accepted Solomon's invitation, and been healed by the companionship
of the residents, been nourished by the food, found satisfaction in the
work, and felt accepted by the place, its weather and its atmosphere of
love.
She was grateful to it for returning her to a vaguely whole shape. Though
she missed her boys, it was only four months until she would see them
again. And this was a glorious place to be until then.
"So what happens now?" she asked.
Solomon indicated at Hess, raising his eyebrows in a serious warning look.
"You explain. Clearly, Hess," he laughed.
Hess chuckled. "Now, we can either welcome you in with a proper ceremony,
or you can choose to live how you wish."
"What would be the benefit?"
"Greater knowledge of the land. Enhanced opportunity for enjoyment.
Kinship. A fresh start. Rejuvenation and revival. One more step towards the
resurrection of all of Adytum's kind."
Thalia felt that gave her more questions than it answered.
She looked from Hess's kind face to Solomon's friendly one. She was filled
with tender affection for Adytum the place, and knew she wished to be a
greater part of it.
"What would the ceremony involve?"
"A small ritual by the lake," Hess replied.
Solomon took her hand, his face hopeful, his skin smooth and dark. Thalia
watched the hypnotic interplay of his black fingers in her pale ones and
appreciated the feel of his soft flesh beneath the calluses.
"You only need to do this if you're ready. You can let Hess know later," he
said.
Thalia took a breath. She'd rushed to Adytum initially on impulse in her
bereavement and shock and had thrown herself into the work. She loved it
here. Did she really need to think about it?
She listened to the sounds beyond the wooden walls, the bird song, the
carrying voices of other residents, the sounds of life.
Her feet pulsed with an echo of the heartbeat beneath the ground.
"I'll do it," she said.
Hess smiled and came round the desk again to embrace her. Solomon's grin
was the widest Thalia had seen in a long time.
******
The preparations were minimal. Hess had told Thalia to wear something she
loved and would not mind getting wet whilst wearing. She opted for a yellow
cotton dress; the colour reminiscent of summer sunrises.
Everyone else from Adytum (there were no guests at the moment) had been
notified and as the day had worn on, Thalia had been interrupted with
congratulations as she went about her chores.
Throughout the afternoon she periodically stopped to press her hand upon
the grass or dirt, checking for the heartbeat. It hadn't been as clear as
earlier, and her own racing heart was tangible in her skin, but she felt
it.
******
The setting sun was reflected in the lake. Thalia stood on the lakeshore,
holding Solomon's hand for luck and bravery, and listened to Hess.
"First you'll need to remove your shoes and stand at the edge of the lake.
Keep calm and mindful and try to relax. Then wait for Adytum. She'll tell
you what to do next. We'll be here, but you'll need to ignore us."
Hess had asked Thalia earlier if she wanted more than just her, as head of
Adytum, there. Instinctively Thalia had reached for Solomon, his calming
presence had been such a balm already.
Thalia nodded, and untied her laces and removed her socks. The damp earth
was bracing on her humid toes.
She descended the dimly lit slope and paused at the water's edge. Her toes
were in the cool mud, and the breeze brushed her bare arms, raising
goosebumps. She looked at the gently rustling trees and the few scraggly
clouds in the purple sunset, and she listened.
She could hear cicadas and other insects emerging for the night. Some frogs
croaked in the shallows. The occasional splash of an animal at the water's
edge. The edges of music on the breeze from the buildings further up the
path.
She closed her eyes and focused her attention into her own body. She felt
her heart rate slow, and her finger joints loosen as she tried to relax,
the slight pressure of the dress at her waist and how it flapped about her
knees. The mud beneath her feet warmed to her body heat.
And she felt it.
The unmistakable heartbeat through the soles of her feet.
She tried to keep calm and her breathing even and deep, synching her heart
to that of the ground.
Sensations shifted. The breeze changed to gentle fingers caressing her
skin, the little noises around her becoming the edges of words. When she
opened her eyes to the landscape the ghosts of body parts haunted the
shapes within shadows and silhouettes. A hello in the croak of a frog. An
eye in the glimpse of sky between branches.
The silhouettes reflected in the lake's water coalesced into three
dimensions. A woman stood in the water with hair longer than her body,
floating away from her on the water's surface. She had her arms wide as she
stood knee-deep in the lake.
Thalia felt a tug of rationality.
This lake isn't knee deep, people swam and boated in it
.
But the woman beckoned, features indistinct but her beauty larger than
herself.
Thalia stepped into the lake and felt the ground change for her.
As she walked, something in the bottom of the lake was always there to
elevate her, handy stones or fallen tree trunks or earthy bumps to keep her
feet in shallows.
The woman emerged from the dark as she drew closer, her features reverse
dissolving. She was beautiful and had her arms out for Thalia.
When Thalia reached her, she took Thalia into a deep embrace, and Thalia
was overwhelmed by emotional and physical sensation.
Her heart had slowed, but a part of her knew it should be thumping fast and
hard, and her body thrummed as if it were. She felt the coolness of the
woman's skin on her own, as well as the cool fingers in the breeze. The
woman's breath was warm on her neck. Thalia felt relief, safety, elation,
and sadness.
The women parted, and Thalia realised how tall the other woman was. Thalia
had to crane her neck to look her in the face.
And what a face.
There were tears in the woman's eyes. The beautiful eyes shifted between
the blue of the sky after rain, the green of new leaves, and the brown of
freshly turned soil. Her skin was all tones, tanned and pale and sunburnt,
shifting between them in the evening light. Her hair shone in shadow black,
the brown of old leaves, a sun-drenched gold, and flower red.
Thalia couldn't look away from the hypnotic presence before her.
"Welcome Thalia," she said. In her voice Thalia could hear the breeze's
whisper through foliage, the sounds of the animals on the land and the
voices of all the people who lived here.
"Adytum?" Thalia said. Her voice was croaking and uncertain.
"It's me!" she laughed in relief, "It's so good to finally meet you."
She took Thalia's warm hands, with their chipped nails, calluses and
blisters from garden work and chores, in her soft, smooth, cool ones.
"Would you like to be mine? And I yours?" Adytum whispered as she leaned
in, forehead to forehead.
Thalia took a deep breath through her nose. She smelled the lake, the
earth, crops and flowers all emanating from the woman.
Thalia wanted nothing more than to stay.
"Yes," she answered.
Adytum sobbed with a smile and embraced Thalia again. They hugged for
minutes or moments. Thalia listened to the heartbeat of the seven foot
woman and felt the water's movement by her ankles sync with it.
After parting, Adytum looked down at Thalia, a look full of potential and
love. She bent her head and gave Thalia a gentle kiss, her lips soft,
tasting like honeysuckle, spring water and pine oil. Thalia relaxed into
the woman's skin.
Adytum pulled away and gave a wry smile.
She took Thalia's hands, squeezed them, and brushed her hands up Thalia's
arms, humming her skin, to rest on Thalia's shoulders.
"Now, I'm sorry, Thalia, but this may be a little disorientating." She gave
Thalia a destabilising shove on her collarbone.
Thalia lost her footing. She fell backwards into water that had returned to
its usual depth and sunk beneath its surface. She was suspended in the
twilight, splashing in disarray for a frozen moment.
Then she stood in the middle of a never-ending field of waist-high meadow
flowers.
The sun was bright and hot. She shielded her eyes, confused and
unsatisfied.
She turned and saw a tree a few dozen metres behind her. With no other
indication what to do, she walked towards it.
Her clothes were wet, and her feet were bare.
Beneath the tree sat Adytum, absent-mindedly plaiting her hair that tumbled
about her in loose wavy curls. She may even have been humming a tuneless
song.
"Thalia!" she smiled and stood. She was tall, long limbed, muscular and
lithe, and undressed. Thalia felt a blush rising.
Adytum took Thalia's hands in her own and brought Thalia into the tree's
shade.
She sat Thalia on the ground and organised her own long limbs to sit beside
her. She stared with her beautiful eyes into Thalia's own. Thalia looked
back, felt self-conscious and turned away.
She examined the ground, covered in the remnants of leaves from seasons
past, and grass and delicate flowers that thrive in the shade.
Thalia put her hands on the earth.
She felt the heartbeat. It was clear, comforting and indisputable.
"You feel it?" Adytum asked. Thalia nodded.
"Is it you?"
"It is. All of this is me." Adytum answered, smiling.
"Where are we?"
Adytum took a deep breath and looked around. "My sanctuary? My heart? My
private space. A space for you."
Thalia's skin was caressed by the peaceful, powerful breeze, hidden
strength within its kindness.
She had a flash of a foresight-like memory. She saw her three sons running
through the meadow, laughing and chasing and pretending to be vehicles or
birds or whatever their flavour of the moment.
She felt a pang of missing them, a painful jolt within her ribs of wishing
they were with her. But they were not, their father had them for now.
She turned back to Adytum, who smiled with a faraway expression on her
face.
"Are you missing your boys?" she asked.
"Yes," Thalia answered. "I suppose there's no point in asking you how you
know?"
"I hear a lot of things that happen on my land. And I like to know about
all of my family."
"Your family," Thalia muttered, considering the implications.
"Yes." Adytum took Thalia's hand in her own. "You'll now be part of mine.
Are you happy?"
Thalia leaned into Adytum, resting foreheads. "I couldn't be happier than
to be part of your family."
Adytum pulled back, met Thalia's gaze, and leaned in to kiss her.
This one was hungrier, almost urgent in its strength. Thalia's heart sped
with emotion and desire, and her feelings rose to a crescendo.
For a moment, a single eternal perfect moment, she knew what everyone in
the place of Adytum was doing right then. It was simultaneous, confusing
and almost overwhelming; isolating any individual was effortless but
slippery, she couldn't examine them for long.
She saw Solomon and Hess standing on the lakeside, their faces hopeful and
beatific; she saw the polyamorous wives and husbands of the kitchen crew
curled up in their gigantic bed; she saw Charlie pouring drinks by the
campfire; and saw her other friends and colleagues on the staff building
terrace, in their own beds, reading in their rooms, finishing late chores.
She could see all the birds in the trees, the fish in the lake, the insects
among the crops, and the wandering nocturnal foragers beginning their
evening routine.
Echoes of laughter and the flapping of wings drifted in her ears as Adytum
separated their kiss.
As Thalia sat there breathless and unsatisfied, bewildered and overflowing,
she watched Adytum delicately gather freshly fallen leaves from the tree
above them in her broad hands.
Adytum rolled and folded the leaves, threading them into each other. She
formed loops, knots and spraying shapes, creating an elaborate chain.
She put the chain onto Thalia's right wrist as a bracelet. It felt warm,
heavy and reassuring.
"Now what?" Thalia whispered.
"Now your life begins again," smiled Adytum, and hugged her. Thalia settled
into the gesture, feeling the hardness of her muscles, the softness of her
flesh, and savouring her smell.
Thalia felt relieved, revived, and sad.
"Will I see you again?" she whispered, more breath than words.
Adytum laughed.
"Of course! I will always be around you. We're family now."
Her face turned serious as she faced the breeze. "And now it's time for you
to go home."
With another squeeze of Thalia's shoulders, she shoved her backwards.
Thalia didn't hit the leafy earth. She felt the air rush about her as she
fell, and expected to meet hard ground, and put her hands out.
But she splashed into water. She felt the ground she sat on dissolve into
liquid, and the bright sunlight diffused to moonlight seen through
frothing, churning water.
She panicked, kicking and grasping.
She fought for her bearings and pulled herself to the surface.
She gasped a deep breath, wiped the wet hair from her face, and faced the
shore.
She trod water, waiting for her shock to subside, adjusting to being alone
once more.
But she was not alone.
She could sense the hundreds and thousands of lives about her. Right from
the tiniest midge through to the majestic trees and the plethora of people.
The breathing, vibrant life of all that lived in this land.
And beneath it, at the centre of this maelstrom of chaotic life, a steady,
thumping, unignorable heartbeat. As she trod water, her face and arms above
the lake's surface, she could feel fingers in the breeze and the water. And
the air smelt like her, like Adytum.
Thalia realised she hadn't been alone since arriving two months before.
As Thalia paddled her way towards the shore, the cacophony of the living
dissipated. By the time her feet could walk on the lakebed, the sensation
of everyone about her had dissolved to a trembling awareness, trickling
away like the vestiges of a dream.
For a few glorious seconds before the awareness dissipated, Thalia looked
towards the smiling Hess and Solomon on the shore, spotlit by moon and
starlight. She could sense their heartbeats; slow and steady. She smiled at
them, and when her eyes met Solomon's, his heart beat a little faster.
They watched her as she left the water and climbed the muddy shore.
Hess produced a towel from her bag and handed it to Thalia. Thalia wrapped
it over her sopping wet clothing, which clung to her but was not yet cold.
"Thank you," Thalia said.
"You met Adytum?" asked Hess, holding out her hand.
Thalia put her right hand into Hess's, showing the bracelet of leaves, "I
did."
Hess smiled and kissed Thalia on the cheek.
"Oh, you still smell like her!" she sighed, wiping away a tear.
"Welcome to the family," said Solomon, hugging Thalia, kissing her wet
head.
"She's quite a woman!" laughed Thalia.
"She’s whoever you need her to be," said Hess.
Thalia looked at them both, curious.
"How so?"
"We all see different variants of her, as far as I can gather. I met her as
an old friend, as if she were someone I had missed for a very long time.
Someone else saw her like an older sister or mentor she wished she'd had
when she was younger."
"And I saw her like a foster mother, a mother by choice and design. Home
personified," said Solomon.
"Who did you see?" asked Hess.
Thalia tried not to blush and was grateful for the dulling of colours in
moonlight.
"I saw what I thought was her. A peer. A confidante. Someone close," said
Thalia, hesitating only a touch. She wondered what it meant if she saw her
as a lover.
Hess took Thalia's hand, and Solomon retrieved Thalia's shoes.
As Hess started walking, she said, "Right! I think it's time we take you
back and clean off the lake water and have a late evening celebration,
don't you? I think Charlie still has some moonshine left from the last
batch, I personally think the damsons were an excellent choice. Let’s see
if the kitchen crew left any snacks out!"
When they reached the top of the path, before heading round the trees
towards the buildings, where the lake would disappear from view. Thalia
turned back to look at the lake.
It shone in the moonlight, and she thought she saw a waving hand in the
silhouetted reflections.
She walked with her friends, renewed, revitalised and ready to face forward
to her future. She could still feel the heartbeat in the soil beneath her
bare, rather dirty, feet. It was gentle and background, merging with her
own.
THE END
© 2024 JM Cyrus
Bio: JM Cyrus is a speculative fiction writer living in
London, England. She writes whenever there is a chance and reads even
when there isn’t one. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in
anthologies from Improbable Press and Speculation Publications, the
magazines Utopia Science Fiction and All Worlds Wayfarer, and online on
AntipodeanSF. A full list is available on her website.
E-mail: JM Cyrus
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