Because I caved, despite my avowed avoidance of social media, I just saw this from Merriam Webster on Twitter:
We’re seeing a 1500% spike on “cave” this evening.”
When we descended into the cave of television news last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael, “Why is everybody characterizing the temporary end to the government shutdown as a cave? Why is that news agency calling Trump “Cave Man?” Is that going to help? How can there be cooperation when there are no exceptions to this win-or-lose philosophy? Does everybody have to act like they’re seven years old? Where are the adults in the room?”
Michael agreed with me. Was that a cave?
Maybe this result of searching for “CNN cave man” can throw some light on the subject:
There’s a little cave man in all of us.
I’m not going to cave and make some stupid joke about that headline, but I will share this more inspiring result of searching for “CNN cave.”
The Thai cave rescue ended in success. But only two weeks ago, it all seemed hopeless
I remember, last July, when the world seemed to be caving in, that story about the rescue of the twelve young boys and their soccer coach from the Thai cave helped us all emerge from the cave of hopelessness, at least temporarily.
Is it a cave if you look at my photos from yesterday?
While that might look like scrawlings from a cave, that last photo shows my writing all the topics from a group therapy session on the wall of a group room.
Walls and caves. Caves and walls. Will we ever escape this cave of confusion?
Michael loves Nick Cave.
If I ask you to leave a comment below, is it a cave if you comply?
Even when I’m in a dark cave, I look for the light of gratitude. Thanks to all who helped me create this cave of a post and — of course! — YOU.
Nick Cave wrote that lovely song in Surrey, and I just finished a book called The Hollow Land set in Cumbria, in a farming community near a defunct mine, hence the title. The good thing about caves, though, is they remind us there are depths and more than we can see in every landscape.