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I know why a raven is like a writing desk!  Or is it, a writing desk is like a raven?  Doesn’t matter, does  not  matter,  except I just checked my notes because apparently it does matter!  It’s – why is a raven like a writing desk?  I know, I know, pick me, pick me!

It’s the riddle Lewis Carroll meant to be unanswered.  Hence the Mad Hatter said he did not know.  But I know!  Why do I know?  A) I know a tad more than bupkiss.  Take that spell checker! and B) I need answers!  You can’t leave a question hanging, not even a riddle without an answer.

And the answer, drum roll please ….

because language can take you anywhere.  It can fly you to whole ‘nuther worlds, real and imagined.  Where do you want to go?  Take flight into any realm, any where, any time as any artful writer worth his weight in feather quills will tell you.

There you have it, the answer we’ve all been seeking or at least one of us has been.  But wait, there’s more to learn from Alice in Wonderland.  So much more.

Take the theme of champion, for instance.  The White Queen needed a champion.  Don’t we all need a champion?  How about being a champion of ourselves?  Being in our own corner.   Seeing the best of ourselves and pushing ourselves to the limits of that best-ness or much-ness as Mad Hatter called it.

To be anything else, to stagnate, to repeatedly fall back on our comfort zone is to shrivel and shrink back from who we are.  We’re not shrivelers (spell checker doesn’t know what the hell to do with that) we are revelers!  Revelers of ourselves.  We thrive on the fullness of our life well lived.

Never lose your much-ness, whatever that is, you are the one who can choose to dim your own light or not.  And isn’t that the message of Alice, the freedom to choose.  You make the path, too, just like Alice did when she diverted from what the compendium said must be.  And just like Alice this is YOUR dream, you get to choose.

What will subtract from your power to choose for yourself, is listening to what others want and finding ways to please them more than pleasing yourself.  Remember what Alice was told: You cannot live your life to please others because when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.  Though the Universe has our back, it has our back even more when we have our own.  There comes a time when regardless of who we love or who we are attached to, we step out alone.  We step out alone in our own truth, alone in our own power to choose, and alone in our own power to believe.

Believe in you most of all.  Let your light shine.  Let it shine and you will be your own champion.  And you’ll never look back with regret only forward with the new day to burst into all that this new day has to offer you.  And that my friends, is to drink from the eternal fountain of youth.


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I saw Alice in Wonderland this past weekend and just loved it.  I decided I rather fancy the idea of thinking of 6 impossible things before breakfast.  It doesn’t have to be before breakfast though it could be before bed.  I do love having vivid dreams and I go to some pretty outlandish and beautiful places in my dreams.  Why not create more of that?  Of course, I could also think of 6 lovely things before breakfast or bed.  Here’s my list today of 6 impossible things before breakfast:

1. everybody gets their own make-a-wish fairy.  You get three wishes per lifetime ’cause too many and it would get boring but only three and you’d have to be really thoughtful and selective.

2. cloudy skies will now have pull back tabs that you can reach up, pull back the tabs to reveal sunny blue skies  (I know Pacific Northwester’s love that one!)

3. blink and twitch my nose and the housework gets done, laundry folded and it floats down hallways into rooms, opens drawers and puts itself away

4. My summer home is a castle floating in the air and each day we have tea and marvelous cakes with some famous guest from any time in history.  I’ll start with Einstein on Monday, Marilyn Monroe on Tuesday, Abraham Lincoln on Wednesday, Christopher Columbus on Thursday, Jesus on Friday, Rumi on Saturday and the Tooth Fairy on Sunday.

5.  It’s 3010, I’ve got the wisdom of all ages and I’m in a 25 year old body and I teach the keys to happiness and inspire the whole world.

6. Lastly, I am a small gold coin in Martin Luther King’s pocket.  He slips his hand into his pocket and fingers my cool, smooth gold coin-ness while giving his speech “I have a dream…”

Yes, Martin Luther King, I have a dream too, that life is first about dreaming and building castles in the air and last about really believing in them.  Everything starts out first as a vision, a dream and then stay true to it in your heart and just watch how it Becomes.

See you all in 3010.  I’ll be the one accepting the Nobel Prize for finding the Keys to Happiness and I’ll give you all the scoop that the Tooth Fairy let me in on.  Oh, the stories she did tell!

This post is dedicated to all of you out there who’ve never lost your sense of wonder.

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I’m listening to Sonia Choquette’s Trust Your Vibe.  This is really my first exposure to Sonia Choquette’s work and I must say I love her.  I love her energy, I love her vibe, her soft friendly voice and her talent as a teacher.

As it also happens, I’m doing some deep inner work this week.  Plunging the depths of unknown inner territory and it’s scaring the heck out of me.  So I’m listening to Sonia Choquette and here’s what she says about fear:

“It isn’t fear that paralyzes you.  It’s hiding fear that paralyzes you.  Here’s my experience: it takes so much effort to hide fear that you really do get frozen in your tracks. …  Feel your fear and go with your vibration anyway.  Simply saying: I’m afraid. … Feel your fear, make peace with your fear, good grief never try to get over it.  Just say I’m afraid and I’m OK with that.  Once you express that energy it’s like getting the boulder out of the road.  It is such a relief not to hide that.  The impetus to move forward becomes so great that in spite of your fears you find yourself moving in the right direction, taking the risk, doing the right thing.”

Ok, so I’m here to say it out loud to lord knows how many people: I’m afraid and I’m not going to hide and I’m not going to let that fear stand in the way either.

This girl has no room in her hotel for anything less-ness.  All my interior rooms shall be filled with the golden sun of pure love streaming through to reveal all my much-ness.  And jabberwocky of fear, I shall not slay you after all, we shall be friends and walk through this together.

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Recently I expressed to my teacher and mentor, Philip Golabuk, that as a facilitator, I could now declare that I was *that* Alice.  I was referring to the movie we have both seen and loved, Alice in Wonderland.  Alice isn’t sure she is The Alice, until far into the movie.  The Mad Hatter knows but she’s got doubts.  There’s a pivotal moment when she no longer doubts, she knows, she is *that* Alice.

And so it goes with being a facilitator, you get certified and then you go on into real life and do the practicum and practice what really is art in motion and its a different work of art every time.  Basically I was declaring I was a practiced artist by saying I am now *that* Alice.  Once I’d declared that, a piece of me felt like high five-ing myself for the courage to be that and to speak it out loud.

A much smaller part of me said: really, we’ll just have to see about that.  Doubt.  Here I had picked up the thread of doubt and like a loose thread on the hem of my shirt, I kept on pulling and unraveling until I was in a heap of doubt.

But, wait, there’s good news here!  If I can grab the thread of doubt, an unwanted feeling, and run with it, then it’s opposite is true!  I can finger the thread and unravel the flip side of doubt.  Hell, I don’t have to pick up a thread of it’s opposite, I can put the whole damn coat on!

Enter the Coat of Many Feelings.  My friend Ahmee inspired me when she spoke of how she puts on the coat of Freedom.  What a concept!

So I took *that* Alice’s coat and I slipped my arms into it one at a time, pulling each end up until it sat upon my shoulders.  I looked down, I was wearing a tawny colored coat, medium weight, high collar, button down (many buttons), fitted at the waist and then it flared out from there.  Finished off at the hem and sleeve ends was fluffy faux fur.  No animals sacrificed here!  It appeared to be Edwardian style.  It was Alice’s coat!  Next I caught the wave of the feelings that went with *that* Alice’s coat.  The feelings I’d already known and felt.  The courage, the complete confidence, the strength, the knowing.  I settled into it until I knew I had caught the feeling again.  Then I took it off; it’s work was done.  And frankly, a girl’s got to move freely when she’s slaying jabberwockies.  :)

Then I thought of all that this could be used for.  How about the coat of creativity and inspiration?  The coat of – I believe in myself.  Or my favorite, the coat of — I am in love with life.  Oh when I put that coat on the whole world shimmers like every day is a sunny, spring day, the world is alive and vibrating, I am alive.  I know the full out joy and the rapture of being alive!

Anytime, anywhere I can put on any coat I want to, so take that doubt sitting over there fingering the loose threads of a hem, I’ve got the whole damn coat!  And more than that I know how to catch the wave of what turns me on, what lights me up, what makes my heart sing, what makes me swoon with delight.  I’ve got the power and don’t mess with me, because now I’ve got the coat, too!!

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“I got sleepy while driving and pulled in under a tree at the side of the road.  Rolled up in the back seat and went to sleep.  How long?  Hours.  Darkness had come.

All of a sudden I was awake, and didn’t know who I was.  I’m fully conscious, but that doesn’t help.  Where am I?  WHO am I?  I am something that has just woken up in a back seat, throwing itself around in panic like a cat in a gunnysack.  Who am I?

After a long while my life comes back to me.  My name comes to me like an angel.  Outside the castle walls there is a trumpet blast (as in the Leonora Overture) and the footsteps that will save me come quickly quickly down the long staircase.  It’s me coming!  It’s me!

But it is impossible to forget the fifteen-second battle in the hell of nothingness, a few feet from a major highway where the cars slip past with their lights dimmed.”

The Name by Tomas Tranströmer from The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy: Sacred Poems from Many Cultures

I found the above in a new book of poetry that arrived just yesterday.  While it’s not a poem, per se, I thought it was an interesting short read.  And for such a short read it really packs a powerful message.

I have seen my husband have this type of startled “who am I, where am I” response after being abruptly awakened.  I like how the author wrote out that he experienced 15 seconds in the hell of nothingness because it illustrates that all our hells are hells of nothingness, meaning they are of our own making.  The making of something out of nothing, which is not to trivialize it but only to illustrate our responsibility in requiring these hells of nothingness.  This is why Florence Scovel Shinn writes of letting things return to their “native nothingness”, from whence they all came.

I wonder now what would have happened, what different world might he have entered, if he awoke with not knowing who he was or where he was and met the moment with curiosity instead of fear.  What if I met more situations with curiosity?  In the Bible it is said: I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.  What if the Bible is really saying the kingdom of heaven is ours right now and its found within the open hearted curiousness of a child?  Become like little children — one who does not give themselves to a conclusion that is set against their very well being but one who can, at the very least, meet the moment with a sense of wonder and curiosity.

And maybe, just maybe, fairy tales like Alice in Wonderland, have more to teach us about life and living then we ever dreamed possible.

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