The Empty Cave

You can’t go forward without going into this cave.

Photo by Adam Bixby on Unsplash

The day of facing that cave you fear to enter, going inside, and sitting. Staying there, through the discomfort and pain and terror.

As much as you love the light, you love yourself more. Or you want to. And right now, that means going into the darkness.

The wrappings of the dead. Discarded. No longer needed.

What belongs with you? What doesn’t? What serves you? What controls you? What is a burden, a weight you no longer need to carry?

It serves me when I want to protect myself from being hurt again. Or at least I think it does.

My sword for this battle is having no sword at all.

My shield is being open.

Had the situation been reversed in some way, the roles switched, the game a little bit different… I could have been the one to cause the hurt, make the mistake.

You will think of light and calm waters. You will swear someone calls your name. You will have dreams. You will sit awake at night.

You check the corners, walk the walls. Nothing here. No pile of gold coins, no scattered jewels. No bones, no weapons, no amulets, no secrets, no scrolls, nothing.

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