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Fall is the time for migration, the last hurrah for many of the creatures in my yard. There are three fall-bloomers that, for me, signify the arrival of fall - maximillian sunflower, frostweed, and goldenrod. But not everyone loves them as much as I do. Sometimes they are referred to as weeds, and my heart sinks. They are tall, taller than me, and lanky. They grow in large clumps, and they spread. They don't stand up straight, especially after a storm. They are wild.
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In a cave, human senses are altered. Sight is no longer as important. Sound, smell, touch rise to the surface, relaying information to the body and mind. My experiences in caves have changed me in many ways over the past three years. I have learned from deep silence. Over the weekend, I attended my first concert in a cave. Joseph Kuipers and the Texas Cellos performed in the Throne Room deep within the Cave Without a Name in Boerne, Texas. The sound of twelve cellos, a cello choir, echoed and reverberated throughout the rock walls. Stunning. |
