Once again I begin the journalling journey as I need a centralized place into which to pour my tumbled thoughts, ideas, and feelings. Alice in Wonderland provides a nice metaphor since it has a favourite story and movie since my childhood, incorporating many of my favourite things. My love of nonsense, fantasy, wordplay, and storytelling, as well as more concrete things such as colours, music, miniatures, and gardening. Alice's journey through her imagination, confronting and comiserating with characters and aspects of her own character has a deep resonance for anyone whose path through life is neither so straight nor so narrow as the norm, and whose turn of mind is introspective and retrospective. How many of us lose track of who we are, or who we should be, and find ourselves wondering, as did Alice, if we are really quite ourselves, and what that even might mean.
Expect a cacophany of thoughts and images. My mind (and all aspects, inner and outward, of myself) is anything but organized.
