It struck me that after spending that winter just trying to survive, Cave never talks about his experiences nor his accompanying thoughts or feelings. Although it is evident that his relationship with God has deepened, it, too, is beyond verbal expression. And yet God appears in some quiet, subtle way as miracles are performed. By Cave? By God? Part of the mystery.
All of us longing for solitude find ways to share parts of our search. We talk, take pictures, do art, write, and even blog, and like Thomas Cave we show by example. So many ways. But even with all these words and ways, we know that it is not all to be exposed. We solitudes live in our own secret garden, which we cherish as part of the mystery.