By Theresa Hardy
Published in the December 2012 Shaumbra Monthly e-magazine
Will I hoard my last pennies or blow them on chocolate? Will I breathe with my physical challenges, or stay in the comfort of known discomfort? I do not wish to rattle round this life that is so defunct with dead dreams and the whims of others. On a day when the matrix seems too overwhelming, when the “desert sighs in the bed and the crack in the teacup opens, a lane to the land of the dead”*, I remembered a leap to life that I had made and took another breath into the spiral of myself.
In my mid 20’s I loved to explore underground caves in the Mendip Hills in England. I loved the danger, the underground beauty, being in a completely different environment, being so close and intimate with rock and water. I enjoyed the physical, emotional and mental challenges of extreme sport. I loved the awareness and aliveness required and learnt a lot about myself during those underground journeys. Have you ever sampled true darkness? Sitting with the lights out in the silence of the cave, the eyes become so relaxed when open in darkness….
Yet, it isn’t always silent. Continue reading