Happy New Year of the Pig

Life goes on.

Mushrooms do. I do. 

I managed another 19km mileage before rain started to fall. I told Alice. 

What is 19km?

If view under microscope, it is the path between two spores in a mushroom world. Zig zag sometimes, straight line always. It becomes longer if the immediate next spore flies away.

And so I said 19km is elastic. 

What if I get hold of the flying spore? I shall not know how elastic it is before both of us stop.

Life goes on. 

365 days should not be in a distance of only 19km, I have run so very more than that, from the year of the dog to the year of the pig, in another two days.

Happy New Year. 新年快乐。

Intercept

A mushroom intercepted me  when I was daydreaming. Yes, I daydream too while running. (I am a wolf in the wild, I always think I am.)

So I brought my DSLR along.

Mushrooms never tell lies; they are beautiful. This one too. (Alice too. She says she is beautiful.)

I found the best angle although it did not require one. This was pretty cold white through which Wonderland was not my usual Wonderland.

(The white rabbit was invisible. Alice was outstanding.)

A mushroom intercepted me, this reminded me of you all.

Just Flat

Had a chat with Alice . 

"You run so hard recently. Do you know what will happen?"

This is a sure tricky question, I told myself. I press pause button.

"Do you know the earth will be flattened by you very soon."

"Oh that's funny. I shall create a new flat world." 

A nearby mushroom murmured, " You will be as flat as me before anything can happen." 

So Ratty

 

When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird.  Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.

Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors. 

We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.

What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?

Lights Fill My Eyes

I have dreams. They were all compressed firmly under the soil, for years. Alice might feel helpless too, sometimes. Not everything that she can do, nor I.

I struggled, and I continued while I were growing though in dark and suffocated. Who knew, I might be an inch away from the surface.

Yes, it was actually an inch away. Suddenly, light filled my eyes. It was not Photoshop, but very unreal.

Fresh air cannot be taken away by crtl-atl-del or power shut down!

I see myself so handsome, a fact that was long missed. 

Do you agree, my dear Alice?

I can now run handsomely, same to dreaming. 

I should be able to write handsomely too, but not while living in dreams. Too occupied. 

In Darkness

A typical human eye responds to wavelengths from about 390 to 700nm. I have been outside this range for the past weeks.

With  lot of struggling, I am here now.

I am on the left side, Alice is next to me.

By the way, the process of transformation from a nodule into a mushroom is really not easy. Incredible Hulk can understand how I have felt.

Theory of Shadow

Do I shadow Alice all the way or is it the other way around? This does not matter. Wherever love is, Alice is there.

Alice is an adventurous little girl who may come as a mushroom.

Which one is Alice? Each of the beautiful ones is. There is so much love around.

Alice is sometime colourful, or simply white. Occasionally she likes to be in mysterious black. 

Trying to talk to the mushroom you meet, then I shall hear you. This explains my Theory of Shadow.

Mushrooms Parachuted In

A small white mushroom parachuted in when my mind felt entangled to Alice. All "Alices" in the book of Wonderland never left unhighlighted.

So I saw Alice in a mushroom, and my mind theater reinforced that this was Alice. 

People related this to positive power of coherence.

Is this white colour the colour of snow, whereby Alice happened to be playing with snow right now in Nebraska?

So people said we are receivers and retransmitters of thoughts. And dreams are just the consequences of gravitational force, for example, between I and Alice.

I expect to see more mushrooms parachuting in.

Marathon in Wonderland

Do you ever find mushrooms huffing and puffing?

Yes! Mushrooms do run marathon. Everyday! They run on rough mountainous terrains which involve many uphill and downhill works. Those are tedious and adventurous.

I only run on the road, but this is enough to drive me half-dead, yet the impulsive rush of adrenaline gets me addicted, and I have already run marathon for three consecutive years.

Alice said this is too heavy. She only enjoys daydreaming, though daydreaming and marathon take place in the same Wonderland.

Huff and Puff

Photo courtesy: 

herbarium.usu.edu/fun-with-fungi/dispersal

Merry Christmas

I realize my inner self is a wolf. A wolf that keeps running kilometers in the night, a wolf that is in love with a moon that it cannot touch.

Exhausted by running and howling, this wolf goes for those reachable dark full moons instead.

That may be the reason that connects me with mushrooms.

If Alice is reading, I wonder she would find these lines in her pictureless book, or she is now celebrating Christmas. So I have to add this line too:

"Merry Christmas!" to all my Alices.

Your First Step

It is a minute but mighty mushroom that is going to cushion you in this time of transdimensional travel.

Do you expect a spade card otherwise to hold you, and to bounce you up and down?

Or a Dodo to catch you and to take you round the wonderland?

You need a first step, the rabbit hole will tell your story later.

Are You Mad Enough?

These coral mushrooms are mad of their body shape. While others would puff up like a parachute, they can only expect a hard landing.

But an adventurous rabbit hole is always a  must-go dreamland. Right after a bruised travel, they start searching for another New one.

"We're all mad here."

"You're mad too," said the mushrooms. "or you wouldn't have come here."

We survive, because we are mad enough.

Queer Opposite Sides

"It took me 42.2 minutes to travel to the other side of the Earth!" Mushroom the senior boosted its story.

"Just don't jump down a narrow rabbit hole. You will get yourself stuck until the next mushroom knocks you down."

"These travels are free and easy. The only trivial costs are the bruises and scars on my head."

"Same gags never repeat on the opposite side."

"Rats are in cat costumes, mushrooms fly in Saturday Critters, trees grow on leaf and a full time life grows backwards."

"You will be mistaken as a serpent too, because your long neck will be also stuck in the branches of a tree."

Holes Of Possibilities

"Which way should I go?" The mushroom asks itself. 

It seems to be lost to locate a rabbit hole -a hole of possibilities. 

It seems to have forgotten to keep day-dreaming; never stops, no matter how hard the previous thump was, or the next one will be.

Rabbit holes are here and there. They are not visible to only those who are clever or competent, like the Emperor's new clothes.

How great the fun is to find people talking English, Finnish, Norwegian, Portuguese, B. Malaysia, Mandarin and so on inside these holes. 

All of them have the head of mushroom shape.

Rabbit-hole in One

Horses love rolling around in the grass. That's fun. That's all they can do.

However, they are too big to enjoy further, to jump down a rabbit hole, like mushrooms do.

The mushrooms are seen queuing up in this morning, like us, going for bungee jump.

"Why live on the edge, when you can jump off it!"

They scream, they cry,  their Adrenalin rushes and soul gets bruised.

Rolling in the grass? Alice would get bored over it. 

She had once flown out the other side of the Earth at the speed of a bullet, hit at me, and sent me into a rabbit hole. 

That Alice called a "rabbit-hole in one"!

Alice Deficiency

"You must be mad," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here."

"On no. I saw a white rabbit jump, so I jumped." The mushroom looked so innocent.

"This is a rabbit hole, not a mushroom hole." The Cat insisted.

"Yes, I must be too mad for wonderland." The mushroom talked to itself. 

"A little mushroom fell down the hole, bumped its head, and bruised its soul."

It suffered from Alice deficiency.

Counting Mushrooms

"But a dream isn't reality!" Alice exclaimed.

 I live a life of dreams; I slip down a rabbit hole, and down another, and this continues as time goes by.

Our lives are a subset of a big dream. Alice just did not know that.

There are mushrooms growing inside all the rabbit holes. 

I wonder whether Alive is capable of counting them. We all know, to Alice, four times five is twelve.

She should be able to count one mushroom, as one is the sibmplest number. 

One mushroom, one beautiful mushroom, one little beautiful mushroom.

It is not labelled "not poison", Alice, don't you try to have a bite.

Indulgence. Littleness.

You say you like to travel. Leaving your family in the background, here you set your sail.

It is innocent enough to go wild when being small.

Without a destination in mind, the end is loose. Everything is possible, everywhere is a rabbit hole, "and that makes its eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale".

This little one appreciates life of this type, full of self-indulgence.

Indulgence? Popeye have been indulging in spinach since 1929 so as to be strong to the finich.

A late but powerful comer

Every great hero starts small, but the road to greatness must begin now.

I met a latecomer.

"I always want to be the greatest hero. I just spent more time underground studying the most powerful magic." A little mushroom told me.

" Do I look very outstanding right now?"

Brains seldom go together, but once they come across, with your help, little mushroom, I shall find Alice in one of the rabbit holes.

Alice the Mushroom

Though this is not real, yet it looks like Alice is holding an umbrella standing by my hiking trail.

The monkeys, squirrels and birds are actively chatting; their social media are filled with good morning greetings.

And most importantly, the thought keeps prompting me, "When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one !"

This is a simple Sunday morning.

I am happy to be in one of these this time.