Bear Cave @ MindSay

I'm currently reading Jean M. Auel's novel, THE CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR, first of Earth's Children Series. Jean Auel is also the author of national bestseller, THE MAMMOTH HUNTERS AND THE VALLEY OF HORSES.

 

The Clan of the Cave Bear is a stunning epic that will stir your imagination where you will be taken back to the dawn of mankind and the future of humanity through a child survivor, Ayla, who was discovered by the Clan of the Cave Bear composed of men and women different from her species.  Ayla was first cited as a stranger and outcast by the clan, but through time, the clan welcomed her. She led the clan in their struggle for survival.

 

The book is a page turner one. I can't resist putting it off, but I have to for the purpose of blogging it.

 

 

The first part tells about the earthquake which left Ayla, a child, as the lone survivor. She was swimming in the river, naked when the earth began to crumble. After the earthquake, she looked for her parents but they were nowhere to find.With no food, water, and clothes, she slept through the cold nights with an empty stomach. She has nowhere to turn to. Until she fell asleep and got sick along the way...

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Howdy Howdy all! Well, the last stop on our Tour de Texas was at the Cave Without a Name. This cave has no name because a contest was held many moons ago to choose a name and a contestant said that it was too pretty to have a name. So no name was given. Now this cave is gorgeous. It was formed by a river running through it rather than water driping down into it. It has a River running through it, not a big raging thing mind you but a small residual one that flows freely during rainstorms.

 

This cluster is called grapes...

 

This one is the nativity...

 

this one the christmas tree...

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In this one you can see the white specks in the rock. We were told that these were fossils of sea creatures from long ago.

 

And this is the stream that runs through it.....

Here are some other shots of the stream, so fascinating.....

These vines grow from the the ceiling......

 

Well that is all for now....How about some poetry...here goes...

March Evening

Blue through the window burns the twilight;
 Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.
Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,
 Wet, black branches are barred and entwined.

 

Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot
 Dents into pools where a foot has been.
Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not
 Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen.

 

Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers
 Scattering wide at a stronger gust.
Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers
 Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust.

 

Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,
 Wrapping the mists round her withering form,
Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow
 Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.--Amy Lowell 

 

Goddess Bless