The old woman cannot recall anything older than that fire it just might be the oldest thing there is in this world. The old cauldron hangs over a fire that began a long time ago. The only time she interrupts her weaving work is when she goes to stir the soup that simmers in a great cauldron at the back of the cave. Still, the old woman keeps biting down and she keeps weaving on. After years of biting hard on the quills, her teeth have become worn down to nubs that barely rise above her gums. In order to use the porcupine quills, she must flatten each one with her teeth. She wants that fringe to be special wants it to be meaningful as well as elegant, so she weaves it with porcupine quills. She has been at this weaving project for a long time and has reached the point of making a fringe for the edge of her exquisitely designed cloak. She wants to fashion the most beautiful garment in the whole world. She spends most of her time weaving in the cave where light and shadows play. Inside the cave, there lives an old woman who remains unaffected by the rush of time and the confusion and strife of daily life. “Not too far to go,” they say, yet no one seems to find it anymore. The old people of the tribes would tell of a special cave where knowledge of the wonders and workings of the world could be found. Continuing on our theme of “dark night experiences,” I discovered a story called “The Old Woman in the Cave” told by mythic storyteller Michael Meade in his book Why The World Doesn’t End.
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