Eve, of whom I had written about in an earlier post, played sweet havoc in my mind once again today. 'Eve' was the name given to a woman who had walked along a shore in South Africa after a rain-storm 117,000 years ago. Her footprints had fossilized until they were discovered in 1995.
For the second time this year, I found myself in Bhimbhetka, marveling at the ancient cave paintings that deck the rock shelters here. Some paintings were made by men and women who had lived through adventures - they depicted close encounters with sinister beasts , scenes of warfare and hunts. Some others I gathered, were by children who etched squiggly elephants and cats. I imagined the young falling asleep beside their mothers 40,000 years ago, peering up starry-eyed at the paintings on their low ceilings illumined by a dying flame; bedtime stories they could touch and feel with an outstretched arm as they laid down... An earth pigment called 'Ochre' was used to create these paintings. The same pigment that Eve was thought to have worn when she roamed the African coast. If our origins lie in Africa, then I imagine that all the knowledge and life-practices of Eve and her people were carried to distant shores, wherever so 'Man' arrived. Most certainly in Bhimbhetka. Standing 117,000 years too far, I felt distant and yet intimately, affectionately, physically drawn toward Eve in the same moment... As I stood beneath this ochre-speckled tapestry decorated by my elders, I realised 'Eve' was in all of us. #Eve #outofeden