Through the Looking Glass

"The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next..." Lewis Carroll

 

Recently I found myself standing beside a tiny door, vacillating between this ordinary world and  extraordinary possibilities on the other side.  I stood just outside the doorway, afraid to take a step. The Cheshire Cat grinned from inside, his toothy smile glowing in the darkness.

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" I asked.
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where," said I.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.

I worried I might have to shrink myself In order to pass through the door-- something I'm not inclined to do anymore. But rather than my becoming smaller, the Rabbit Hole expanded, became bigger in order to accommodate the size of my worries as I peered into it. I hesitated, then leaned forward and slipped into a freefall, down, down, down, drifting through layers and layers of wonder.  It seemed to go on forever until my feet finally landed in the soft center of The Rabbit Hole.

I don't know that I'll emerge anytime soon. I don't even need to know what happens next. Wonderland feels like home to me right now.