Down the rabbit hole.

Down the rabbit hole she went and in there found herself. A frightened child who drank the drink she was prescribed and shrunk to fit the door into a surreal and confusing land. She ate the cake that made her grow, not tall but fat so she could fit no more aside from to her mother’s side. A mother who couldn’t stand for her daughter to be anything other than an image of her. Someone to shoulder the load too heavy for either to carry let alone child for parent where parent should be. She could not be herself for herself you see was a trip through the looking glass the mother didn’t want to see.

Now grown to fit the parent role, she took herself by the hand and with the help of strangers stranger than most who’s quest she also helped herself in helping them, she found her way back but back was not the way she wanted to go. That wonderland of curious and curiouser wonder had changed the way she saw the land, she could walk no more the path she took but create anew a garden filled with all the colour and madhats she could find. It’s time for the tea party to begin, leave behind those ordinary rules for ordinary folk and stretch those too long cocooned wings.

In cracked china we shall sup, in home we shall welcome all who steal queen’s tarts and giggle at their….what? Did you think I was about to say farts? Well, okay, that too. You’ll know I’ll love you no matter what.