The overall theme rattling between the ears is 'you must get out!' Back to cave thoughts in a minute... Took two of the offspring for a drive - quite cold for a May night on the North Coast. Our mission - to see a couple of very talented musicians from a footpath vantage point (offspring too young to step up to the bar). We were in luck - four of the very talented musos were back, so we watched from the path through the open window for a song and a half, till our toes (leader in thongs and offspring bare foot) told us to go. The bass player was the standout performer tonight, walking all over the fret board with great ease and a warm grin shared with the band. They were all openly enjoying their art - not trying hard at all. It was exactly what I had promised the offspring, i.e. a quick glance and ear taste of some local artists. We'll be back 'cause the trombone and sax were missing...
So back to the cave... I've been thinking of the guy that spent a couple of years in a cave to get his head around enlightenment, and hopefully reach that lofty goal with some sort of clarity (and maybe speed) then maybe head back to the real world. So, one day he thinks - "I'm there, I can leave the cave, I'm off to town to have a yarn with a few locals about how it all works". So beaming from ear to ear he wanders down the hill feeling very peaceful and glad for all the insight he's gathered during his cave time. He starts greeting acquaintances and stall keepers in the market, feeling each moment, soaking up sounds and aromas, using the mindful techniques he has mastered in the cave... "Nirvana, this is living" he thought.
Then just as he was about to shake hands with his old mate, and launch into a passionate speech about the virtues of cave life and what he'd picked up while sitting alone by the fire, a horse driven cart ran over his open sandal and really messed with his in-grown toe nail. He suggested to the driver of the cart that his mother's virtues were limited!! Paused... looked at old-mate, shook his hand, turned and wandered back up the hill.
Meanwhile back at the cave... he cooked, and thought "I'm heading back to the market tomorrow for some more messy living, I think it'll be a faster trek to enlightenment".
Duck in cave reading Plato
Footnote: Image above courtesy of http://www.frontiersin.org/Human_Neuroscience/10.3389%2Ffnhum.2011.00002/full