I went through the Ape Caves today. I had such a wonderful experience.
I'm not terribly fit, so I moved much slower than the rest of my group. I was afraid of falling and injuring myself, so my legs wobbled and made it difficult to keep my balance. I don't hike, I don't run, I'm not a really active person- and I anticipated all that going into the cave. I think these things would have deterred some people, and it
almost deterred me.
But you know what would have been worse than going through the cave? Worse than coming out heavily winded, and obviously dragging the group? It would have been worse if I had gotten that close to having that experience, and not taking it. Not acting would have felt the same as failing.
So despite "excuses" I challenged myself. I saw the cave, it's myriad of rocky textures and the life the cave supported. (Don't let anyone tell you fungi isn't cool.) I saw perfect darkness, and enjoyed perfect silence. I felt the sensation of knowing you'd gone too far to go back, and I felt the excitement of coming out of the dark and back into a world of color, light, and softness. I felt the excitement of conquering something something I couldn't have done alone.
High adventure things like this are so thrilling because they tie real physical challenge with mental achievement.
You know, I noticed as I was going through the cave I completely lost my sense of time, and it really helped me concentrate on the moment...
I'd like to lose time more often, and really concentrate on the moment as I draw... there are several feelings I'm familiar with conjuring up through creating, that I know I can feel stronger if I try.
I need to go feel the still and balance of nature more often. I'm sorely lacking it, and I forget that until I reconnect....
What an amazing thing, a cave. I went in, it challenged me, and gave me back a little better.... thank you all you awesome people who helped me through it, even though I was slow.
