Time--2017 A to Z Theme
My theme for the 2017 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is "Time". The posts will be more philosophical, contemplative, and even autobiographical than instructional. No time management tips planned, but you never know with A to Z.
Always a work in progress--welcome to my blog...
Friday, March 12, 2010
The Cave as a Grave
This theme of burial alive has been used often in literature and movies. Anything from mine cave-ins, torture by confinement, or accidental entombment can present stories of suspense, drama, and horror. Magicians like Houdini and Criss Angel have performed buried alive stunts that have enthralled audiences because of our common dread of this fate. We are intrigued and yet we are scared.
In my post of last Friday I talked about my experiences with cave exploring and a fear that I began to develop as I began to think about the possibility of being trapped in a cave. I started thinking of a cave as a metaphor for a grave or death. I began to have nightmares and discomforting thoughts about being in a cave and I stopped my spelunking hobby.
A few months after my last caving experience, I began my nearly two decade career working in traveling shows. The show I began on was a stage magic show with stage magician Ken Griffin and his wife Roberta. This was the first time that I had been away from my family and friends for an extended period and there were occasions when I would get somewhat down and lonely feeling.
All the Little Things by Crazy Horse, which you can listen to by following the link to Lala which I've provided (it's cut number 17 and it may only give you a sample, but you can sign up for free to hear more music).
In any case whether you think of it as a song or read it as a poem, here is my untitled lament:
Mountains of madness--
I'm lost in your beauty.
You are the sadness of my life.
I see a cavern
Recessed in your valley;
I want to be inside.
Sweet Mother Earth,
Take me into you
Though I really don't want to die.
Oh, but it looks like
That's where I'm going,
So why put up a fight?
Jesus was right.
Pain has no glory
And glory leads to shame.
The phoenix is rising,
But so are its ashes.
They trail across the sky.
Posted by Arlee Bird at 2:00 AM