"Signs of spring are everywhere at Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky. Despite the frequent rain, cloudy days and abnormally cool temperatures, signs of life begin to rise among the brown leaves..."
I sit here alone, wet and cold, as the smell of bleach permeates my nostrils. It is raining, but I don’t care. Only in death, do we see the truth of how we should live. I don’t understand why you came into our lives only to leave it so soon, but I am forever touched by the honor you gave us in giving you a safe place to leave the world with love in your heart. I’ll never forget you.
"If you have never been inside Mammoth Cave, look forward to the Annual Cave Sing in December. Visitors enjoy the immense, underground beauty of the cave, intertwined with the beautiful glow of a Christmas tree covered with lights and the synchronicity of a holiday choir, brass band and sometimes both. Just one visit inside is enough to suddenly inspire the mind to realize just how tiny we are in comparison to nature. The crowd is in a festive mood, most wearing holiday-themed attire. As we descend into the cave, the Park Rangers smile and nod in welcome. It is a time for celebrating the amazing cave that has hosted this tradition for generations and for enjoying the hospitality Mammoth Cave National Park is known for."
Around 4:25 am, after a long sleepless night, he left me forever. I tried to be strong for him, but lost it when he curled his paw over my finger as if he needed the comfort. I'd held him in my lap, gently petting him for hours. Time passed so swiftly. He loved to sleep with his head on my shoulder and had a magical ability to put you to sleep. He was my dreamcatcher. I feel so numb. A strange mix of nausea and tears that won't descend. If only this was a bad dream. Goodbye Sphinx, I'll never forget you..."
"The moon shines brightly among billions of stars, but all they see is each other. For where is the sound of humanity on dark lonely nights? Thoughts evolve into diamonds descending from lonely eyes. The sounds of nature bring life back to the empty heart..."
"I have been using only BIC mechanical pencils for years and the only complaint I ever had was the eraser size. I was actually impressed with the design improvement compared to the classic BIC mechanicals. The gel feels AMAZING and helps me write for longer (carpal tunnel sucks!)..."
"Tears flow for years like rivers of madness. Sad songs of sorrow to plague the endless silence with melancholy. Without seeing the color beyond the cold shadows of winter, frozen time remains the only reality..."
The moon lives among the stars. The wrong companions for such vivid light. Sometimes, the moon tries to be more like them and shines just a bit less brightly. Sometimes...I feel it would be easier to end the suffering and fly high among the stars...
"Our bodies may decompose, but we live on as our souls or spirits transcend this time and place. Floating among the stars we find what we seek...that mystery that has alluded us during life becomes the fact we were always ready to find."
“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” — ROBERT FROST