The small town I grew up in is home to Cathedral Caverns, a natural wonder. The cave invites me to explore with an expansive entrance, the largest among commercial caves. A walk down the one-mile path reveals many feats of nature, including “Goliath,” the world’s largest stalagmite.
At the end of that one-mile walk, a park ranger directs visitors to gather around him. He has his finger on the light switch. Once all are near and still, he turns off the lights. It is the darkest dark I have ever experienced. There, in the belly of the earth, with a mountain resting atop my head, I know what it is to be absolutely void of light.
We each have a cave of sorts in our own souls—a long pathway full of fears and wonders we have yet to explore. In his book Coming Clean, Seth Haines describes its dark side: “The cave—this is the interior soul-place where my anxieties gather, where they take shadowy form, where I can hear them feeding on bones. It is the place of electric fear.” This fear is palpable in the belly of the caverns, where darkness swallows light. Fear crouches in the corner of my own soul, where I try to keep my broken pieces hidden from the light so no one will find them.
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