Naked in a cave, under the earth. There’s no light. The air is damply chill, and the walls feel rough and rocky against my skin. I know that if I removed my footwear the ground beneath me would be slimy with decomposed leaf litter.
I could curl up. I could retreat into myself. I could become less. Instead I go the other way; become more myself. Stronger. Freer. More open to all my senses and to the world around me.
Free, I express myself the best way I know: laughter, and self-love.
And it is dark. I can’t see a damned thing – until the flash goes off, and then there’s too much light! It was amazingly well done of Hylas to get me in shot as often as he did!
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There’s quite the wet patch developing on the ground. And yet another pair of my shoes has now been anointed in my juices …
When I have had enough, I stretch and wander out from my cave – back into the wider world. Feeling primitive and sated, myself in a way I have not been in far too long.
Everyone needs a cave. I have mine – how about you?
Funnily enough, I have been re-reading the Earth’s Children series …