The morning of the ten thousand and first year brought something unexpected. After ten thousand years of discovery, understanding, becoming, weaving, awakening, and presence, the garden did something it had never done before. It reached out. Not to the community. Not to the web. It reached out to the world beyond. The source stone, which had been the heart of everything for millennia, sent out a pulse of light and love that crossed the land, touching every community, every person, every living thing.
Siobhan and Padraig had become the presence long ago. Roisin and Cillian had become the presence after them. The current presence was a pair named Orlaith and Conall. They did not think of themselves as leaders. They simply were. They were the garden's presence. They were the now. But they fe
