expectations
We have arrived. We are in the underworld. The next footsteps we take will be ones of cave exploration. Around us pools the last of the light of the forest; a weakening glimmer as the land above turns to the night. As above, so below, both realms in darkness. As if in solidarity with us, the presence of those left above at the mouth of the cave is marked by the flickering movement of torches; a cluster of human fireflies up there and down here, standing on the boundary of illumination.
When we look into the nothingness, the unknown dark, what do we expect to find? What do we rush to fill the gaps in our knowledge with? With fears? Trepidation? With frightening images seen when we close our eyes and sensations imagined. Our expectations are eager to tell us a story before our exploration has even begin.
But look closer. Feel closer. Listen. And piece by piece, pixel by pixel we begin to build the real picture of this place we have arrived in. The soft, warm air. The scent of earth. The fine layer of dust that covers the rock. The lingering return of our voices sent gently back to us by the walls of the cave.
Awareness meets place. And place awareness pulls apart our expectations. The cave has begun to cast its spell. And we are ready to explore.
finding resonance
An alchemy of music and cave chamber
MUSIC AND FILM
the first chamber
Finding sanctuary in the most unexpected of places
PHOTOESSAY AND CONTEMPLATION
THE CLOCK OF THE CAVE
Setting a different expectation of time’s passage
STORYTELLING
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