When I was younger I was fascinated by caves.  I read mysteries about them, visited a few, including Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, and even did a school report and presentation on them.  They are quite amazing, aren’t they?

One Christmas I put a spelunking helmet on my wish list.  I didn’t get it.  Ce la vie.  My interest eventually waned.  Now, I would rather stay firmly above ground in the fresh air.

Though, through this spiritual journey sometimes I feel like I am spelunking within myself.  It’s been dark at times in there.  And it echoes.   But I keep mining, keep swinging the pickaxe at all of the fears and bad memories, breaking them up and healing them, until eventually I see the light again.  I realize that the light is not coming from an outside source, it is coming from deep within myself.

If something triggers another cave-in I tell myself ‘this too shall pass‘ and start mining again.  Each time is gets easier to find.   That little dancing flame is always there, waiting patiently for oxygen so it can expand into love and understanding.

Maybe it’s hokey, but I am a very visual person so it works for me.   Just the same, I wish you love, light and understanding.