Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

I received Jane Austen’s Persuasion yesterday. I am very excited to read it. I haven’t read a book, well an entertainment book, for a few weeks now. I miss stimulating my brain. I keep thinking about graduate school. I think I might love it. Getting a master’s in creative writing I know isn’t the most “practical” goal for a career, but I don’t really want a huge career. I love to write. I have always loved it. I love getting lost in my own little world…or getting lost in someone else’s world and deciding how I would have created it differently. Reading is a wonderful pastime. 

Reading, I think, has a magically ability to smooth the jagged edges of reality and soften the monotony the daily grind. Lately, I have been reading lots of Joyce Meyer. Where her encouraging, empowering words are very strengthening and uplifting to read, I have grown tired of trying to better myself and instead long to enjoy myself. Miss Austen, I do believe, has come to my rescue just in time! I literally cannot wait for the 14 hour trip home where I shall tumble down the rabbit hole and become immersed within a world unlike my own. (Which reminds me, I must read Alice in Wonderland. I began it some time ago and it was absolutely delightful and quirky.

If you are looking for other delightful, quirky books you must read are Peter Pan, anything by Frank Baum [he wrote The Wizard of Oz], The Importance of Being Earnest (witty and most excellent!) save Pinocchio for a day when you have lots of patience (for that dumb little puppet vexed me page after page) also The Magicians Nephew, by C.S. Lewis… oh The Goose Girl is a great little fairytale. Very well written and very, very satisfying.

If you are looking to be depressed, I would read 1984. Or Frankenstein…Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde also a good one to get you feeling suicidal… Stephan King (Don’t read him, he swears too much) H.P. Lovecraft will confound you with beautiful proses, archaic words, and the haunting unimaginable…as well as thick ambiguity. Dorian Grey…The Scarlett Letter…there was one contemporary teen book I read not too long ago… it was about this boy and this girl, kind of a love story, but she ends up killing herself, yet you actually never know if she does. She leaves clues for the boy to find her, but he never figures out in the end if she really did kill herself or if she just ran away. It was the most frustratingly depressing book I’ve ever stay up all night to read. And I can’t remember the title! I thought it had a snowflake on the cover… oh well.

Someday, I think I might like to further my education. I would start on it now, but I really don’t like any of the programs in my area. I am a wandering nomad and am waiting for direction from God to see where I shall go next. In some ways, it is rather freeing, my future is a blank book—I can fill it with whatever I want! If I really wanted to I could go to Arizona! I could go to Florida! I could go to Maine! I could go to Washington if I so chose too (actually, I kind of like the idea of Washington. There is an astronomically large bead store there I would love to visit). I think it is important to keep in mind our dreams, I think it is also good to be flexible. If something or someone causes you to wander off the Intended Path of Life, I think you should wander for a bit! You might end up stumbling on to a new path which you liked even better than the first. For right now, I am stuck for the next few years in a little town, with an exhausting job, and too many cares on my idle mind. But I almost feel like this is where I am suppose to be right now. God, I think, has asked me to stay for several reasons. Waiting to see how a few possibilities pan out, helping people along the way, discovering new things about who I am... you know reasons like that. But it won’t be like that forever. I should like to dream that this time is just a waiting period before my next new dream is discovered. Whether that is exploring a new place to live, a new job to enjoy, falling in love with a dashing prince charming, or simply going back to school, I feel there is a new dream for me lingering upon the horizon! And I simply cannot wait to see into what world it will take me.

Right now, however, I think I shall remain content with just going to the kitchen and pouring me some more coffee. Maybe later today I will visit Miss Anne Elliot in England…that is if I can keep my focus and not wander off to Hastings in search of a rabbit hole.

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