“Caves are to a surface landscape as veins and capillaries are to a human face — the hidden structure of an inseparable whole.”
~Michael Ray Taylor
Can we all take a moment to acknowledge the most incredible artist of our Universe? Our Earth Mother. Pachamama. Mama Gaia!
Not every day can we walk through the core of her being. Not every day can we walk through one of the largest cave systems in the world. But on this day, we did.
Welcome to Grutas of Cacahuamilpa National Park in the state of Guerrero, Mexico, where a zip line is the preferred way of transportation to get to the entrance. Walking to it is optional :)
These caverns are enormous! Spy the trail of lights and tiny people above.
There I found myself deep in the playing grounds of Mother Nature…
…And her veins still pulse with life! Water continues to run through the caverns while birthing these otherworldly structures.
Today the paths are well-lit. But in the depths of this giant cavern is the gravesite of an englishman and his dog. He was lost decades of suns ago.
The story tells that the englishman became lost, perhaps hurt. His dog found his way out of the cave and traveled far into the nearby towns, barking desperately for someone to listen and follow him back to help the man. But it was all in vain. He returned to the cave to die alongside his best mate.
The walls glistened with accumulation of moisture. I rubbed the walls and held my hands against my face. And I breathed it all in. The freshest, earthiest smell I had ever inhaled.
The sweet aroma of Earth’s very nectar….
Glittery minerals and earthly cathedrals.
We slowly made our way back to the entrance.
Somewhere among the crowds of curious humans, we lost my uncle. We thought maybe he was waiting for us at the entrance, but he was nowhere to be found.
Maybe he’s a few minutes behind us, we thought. But about 40 minutes later, his son went back into the cave. Maybe my uncle had slipped and fallen into a crevice. Maybe he had suffered a heart attack.
But my cousin came back alone. No uncle.
It was nearly two hours later and we were now frantically looking for him throughout the park. He can’t be waiting for us inside the car, we thought. The day was far too hot.
And in fact, several people were walking out the cave nearly fainting. The heat mixed with moisture and low circulation inside the caverns made it hard to breathe. We were worried.
Two hours later, we were relieved to find my uncle in the car, of all places. Sleeping. HA?! We all got a good laugh out of it later :)
In our haste to find our uncle, we breezed by so many artisans on our way out. It was the pink crystals that caught my eye. I stared for a few seconds, but I went along my way.
A sweet little girl chased after us and gifted each of us (my parents, godmother, and myself) a rose quartz. A stone symbolic of the energy of love, peace, and calming energy. The most wonderful gift! Wouldn’t you agree? :)
Love and Magic,
PS: Pardon the photo quality. The low light, foggy lens, and crowds of people made for an imperfect photo situation…Hehe.
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