Alice's Wish

Alice is collecting some dry twigs. She intends to built a fence around her mushrooms.

Mushrooms, poisonous or not, are one of the snacks taken by reindeer. 

Outside the fence, Alice will keep some Magic Reindeer Food that would make the reindeer so happy so much so they will go away from Alice's mushrooms.

Christmas is near. Alice is collecting as many white "Christmas Mushrooms" as possible. She will decorate them with roses and Christmas lights. 

Such a special day.

Alice is happy, she wishes everyone Merry Christmas and Happy New Year too. 

Daydreaming, always

Running is physics. 150km in a month, after all, is still very physical. Excitement is chemistry. It is complicated. 

Pictures of mushrooms taken are physical, enjoyment in Wonderland is chemistry.

Love is simply a fantastic chemical reaction.

I am in love with both at a time. Alice knows this. 

Running with mushrooms in mind is then called daydreaming. 

This is the impact: 42km in 5 hours from recent daydreaming.

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." 

My Big Problem

I used my legs more often than my brain recently. Who knows, when my legs grow  stronger, my brain will shrink down to the size of a penny one day.

This is definitely a big problem.

To give up marathon in blogging and indulging in running marathons is not my intention, which is insisted too by Alice.

"What if a mushroom has a very small cap and a very big stalk, do we call it a mushroom?" She has her point.

This is my very big problem.

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. 

What a Confusion

These mushrooms would not be invisible if looking at the rate of mushrooming. Being invisible beyond the range of 390 to 700nm, I created confusion.

Mushrooms look so beautiful under current climate. I keep running in my free time, so I still look perfect and fit, and more handsome too, at 57 year old.

I invited Alice to run together, hesitation bears no fruits. But she rather stay in her dreamland, much longer than me. She shrinks and grows herself. She enjoys expecting the unexpected.  

What if I run in her Wonderland, shall I enjoy both running and shrinking and growing at the same time?

What a mess!

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.

Dream world

Is a dream world the real world and physical reality the dream world? That is the question. 

So all the mushrooms look real but they are actually images in my mind theater. So does Alice.

And all of our communications just happen in  a dream world.

It started when I  believed I inhabit my dreams in a lucid state.

A dream world and a day-to-day 3D reality, they are just a hairbreadth apart.

Blues

Keeping one foot in front of the other and we will reach where we intend to. 

Alice is doubtful. Should her thought be running or walking wild in a rabbit hole?

All mushrooms live a slow life. They may not finish those twelve chapters in Alice's Adventure in Wonderland, but they are so bright. They may not run a marathon, yet they are colourful.

Should her thought run wild while walking, walk wild while running, run wild while running, or walk wild while walking? 

This is one of the day after a long holiday. 

I wonder whether this post-vacation blues does happen to Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, Caterpillar, White Rabbit, Cheshire Cat etc. 

Gloomy Rain

Everyday is a gloomy raining day, and that dyes mushrooms grey. My hairs are white and grey. Is it because I am always soaking wet when running in the rain?

So I told Alice not to get wet in the rain, though that was fun and exciting to compete with every drop of rain to see who were faster.

This crazy competition is one the highlights in Wonderland.

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.

Photographs

I love to look at photographs. I enjoy to look at the handsome me, him and her, and of course, my Alice and mushrooms.

A mirror is one of the photographs which I spend time on.

My mind is another form of them. Photographs can be retrieved at ease. I usually create my own stories: Alice always tells how many mushrooms she found in the morning, and how beautiful they are. Sitting side by side, I like to ask her to look into the gills of the mushrooms where she can unlock my years of dreams. A music box plays.

We are in one of the rabbit holes.

A world of Alices and mushrooms

I am lost in another piece of wonderland, and am reluctant to find my way back.

I thought it was the adrenaline effect of running a full marathon. It is actually the excitement brought by my gifted cute granddaughter.

Another Alice is born and to accompany me in many more visits to unknown rabbit holes.

Life is good in a world of Alices and mushrooms.

An Amazing Alice the Queen

Alice found a mushroom while wandering around like the Queen of this wonderland.

This seems to be true to everyone of us. I came; I saw; I conquered. In dreams.

"Gosh, I should lose my way in this road maze." Alice pondered over the gills of the mushroom.

"Chester Cat, show me where is Charing Cross Road!"

"No, no. Shouldn't a little girl pretend to visit Helene Hanff."

"Take me to Forest of Dean."

"Tokun Hill of Rainfield!"

"Broken Kettle Grasslands!"

What an amazing Alice the Queen.

What an amazing road maze on a mighty mushroom.

Bonkers or Mad

Alice: "I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."



"The only difference is that they are either bonkers or mad."

"So don't pretend the other way round by straightening your body." Alice said in Alice's way.

"Inside rabbit holes, bonkers has nothing to do with the shape of you."

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.

Marathon in a Rabbit Hole

How fun it is to run a full marathon! Yes, in a Rabbit hole.

The Queen told Alice to run at least twice as fast in order not to keep in the same place after all the running. 

So I could feel the mental exertion of a group of young mushrooms this morning.

I told them I took up the marathon challenge at 54. I can feel my vast energy because I am now growing backwards.

This can only happen in a rabbit hole.

It must be fun if Alice is able to run together in this third year.

I am counting down.

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.