In the Cavern


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In the Cavern

By Nandy Ekle

 

My youngest son was about three or four years old when we went on a vacation. We decided we would go through a cave in another state.

The tour through this cave was a fairly new tour, and there were places where the walkway was not very well developed. My daughter and son were old enough to be thrilled with the challenge and adventure of the whole thing, but my younger son was a little timid by more scary spots. He clung to my leg like he was attached to me.

We saw beautiful stalactites and stalagmites, which the tour guide explained were formed by water dripping constantly, drip, drip, dripping, one drop at a time. And each time a drop of water travels the length of the protuberance, it leaves a deposit of mineral. After a length of time, the minerals clot up and a finger-like projection is born. If you’ve ever seen a cavern with the different stalactite and stalagmite formations, you know about their breath-taking beauty.

I’ve read a few books, that reminded me of this past adventure, and I think those are the books I love the most. I approach an opening in someone else’s imagination. The author, who is the tour guide, has set up a pathway through his world to make the trip safe enough so no harm comes to you, but there are still emotional dangers. Yet the idea of learning something is worth more than the danger could ever be.

The guide takes you deep into the cavern, just using a flashlight to start with. But you get to the point where he turns on a stronger light and you gasp with the beauty you are seeing. The words have continued to drip steadily until you have the most beautiful formations you have ever seen. And they are made of more layers than you could ever imagine. In fact, the deeper you look, the more layers you find.

This type of story is a masterpiece and your readers will read it over and over.

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The Diamond Mine


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The Diamond Mine

By Nandy Ekle

I looked at the dark cave and started picking my way through. The walls were covered with black rocks, but I knew I would be happy by the time I dug through it all. The black dust swirled around all over me as I raised my tool and began digging.

I broke chunks of black rock off the wall and watched them fall to the ground. More black dust flew around the cave and I coughed. It was painful but I finally found a nice sized rock. I brushed all the dust off, then put it in my pocket and headed back to the light.

When I got to my room I rinsed it and put it on my desk. I took out my finer tools and went to work. I looked at the cracks and chips and found the right spot to tap. It didn’t take long, and pretty soon I could see the faint outline of a work of art.

As soon as I identified the shape, I placed the rock in a kiln with high pressurized heat. After a few days I took it out and went back to work. It had changed from a black rock to a harder rock. I sanded and washed and tapped, then started again. All the while I kept thinking about the sculptor who said, “I find the shape in the medium and just knock off the parts that don’t belong.

When I finish the destruction of my lump of coal, I have a beautiful sparkling diamond.

Every story starts out as a lump coal begging to be turned to a valuable diamond. It takes a lot of digging and a lot of shining, but it’s worth every inch of it.

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