The Path Back: Holiday Forest Thanksgiving Day Door

 

I was walking the path back. I was taking my time. There are many gifts and many people. And I knew it was going to be a long walk back. Or I should say, I expected there to be a long walk back. So, I wasn't walking so much as meandering, rambling along. It's important to note that I was doing nothing that resembled trudging. Dragging a little, disassembling, but under no terms was I, trudging.

Can I also note that I was singing and humming two looping earworm songs? They have not left me since I heard them, sleeping or waking. A world of our own and Noodle's Song from the Wonka movie. (I admit to a bit of vanity here, as I am well aware that both of these song lyrics were written by me. I honestly thought they would change it or even completely. But they didn't! All my words are there. Which is why I have memorized them so quickly.)

The path that I have been walking back on has been through a labyrinth. Not a scary or bad one, just a maze of entertainment that has me questioning in delight and wonder. "Is this a tree I planted here ten years ago?" Is this tree a seed of a tree I planted?" and "Is it an acorn I gave to another to gardener to plant?" and "How many acorns did that gardener get out of my acorn?" I see some and recognize them right away. Others, I'm not so sure. I see the work of myself and delight in the work of others. I think and imagine who was involved. What was their journey? How that joy and sorrow passed through them. How it was grown and transformed. How it moved onto the next tree. How it affected the grove and forest as a whole. Then thought of people who might have partook in its joy other than me, how many others saw this tree and thought that it was a good tree. The shade it brought or the nourishment it brought to the forest; or if it was a maple how sweet that syrup was when given to the sweet tooth.

I went behind a tree and suddenly I saw a door! I recognized that door! It was a holiday door from a favorite world, a world in-between other world. Of course I opened that door and went right through. I knew I could come right back.

So this Holiday door lead me directly to  Triperot and Twitlandia! I recognized this tree right away! I was excited. I watched. I cringed. And my eyes popped out of their sock-elets. This movie hits the current environment of the United States right square on the nose. I was gobsmacked. Absolutely jaw dropped! I had an "Urkel" moment. (Via-vi "Did I do that?" *snort*) I did and didn't. I mean to say that a production of any kind can't be completed by a single individual. It's not possible. I produced the seed and walked away. The seed is not the completed product! The tree is the completed product. My part in that production was the seed of inspiration. Someone saw something in that seed and decided to take a chance. Someone, finally, took a chance on me! I was humbled and awe struck. I felt great and a huge sense of connection and belonging after Wonka. But now, I feel like I'm a part of the world of Dahl. A connection to a childhood hero, in way. I stand on the shoulder of a giant. I AM a part of a chain, a real lineage.

Then, I heard the song at the end during the credits.

That's when the message sank deep. The connection hit a spot I didn't know was there. One that I could not manage on my own. One that I had been searching for.  It was joy and...

effing awkward! I'm really uncomfortable!

That's how I know it's real. I had opened the door before knowing that was the door to open. I'm going in reverse! And that's exactly what I'm supposed to do. I licked the toes of Alan Tudyk...I mean alien...I mean frog. (My inner child is laughing so hard right now, she is snorting and choking. I can't get her to stop. Cassidy is laughing. This is huge! It takes a trickster to get the sad princess to laugh. This is the first step to saving the kids.)

I cannot express my gratitude because the gift you have given to me; you have also given to the world. You can't see it yet. Its growing in secret, protected, nurtured, nourished, and healing beyond the eyes of the wide world. It has answered a question I have wrestled with for a long time. One that Cassidy has been asking for so long. I want to step out. I want to reveal everything. But If I do, it will ruin the whole thing. So, that's why I'm staying small for just tiny bit longer. Speaking here in my little blog, to you who are in the know. You who know how special this is. And how important the secret is. The Never-ending story preparing to be born, for real. In this world, where it is so desperately needed by everyone. And by the nine, if this sounds crazy, then let it be crazy! If it is to be, it shall be me...but now us. I would rather live in a crazy world full of humanity than a "normal" one with Twits!

When I left Triperot and Twitlandia, I found myself home. No long journey required! I was teleported back! Home is a feeling. It includes things like value, identity, purpose, and belonging. It is the world of your memories; of the life that you have lived. I had been running away from home because I didn't feel safe there. Too many bad memories, not enough good ones. Too many broken dreams, now repaired by the love and care of complete strangers! Look at how far we have come. I am grateful to you and for you. Yes, I love you, too. I hope to say it more often than once a decade.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Now and for always.