Friday, September 24, 2010

Through the Looking Glass

Could Charles have been tRyiNg to tell us soMetHiNg? Weak in his physical state but out of his weakness caMe stReNgth. Others would oNly cHallaNge that he was a bit of a deraNged individual that was 'out of his miNd.'
CoNveRsiNg with fRieNds like Mark Twain, Alfred Lord Tennyson aNd William Holman Hunt, would merely validate that bRilliaNt miNds do tHiNk alike.
CastiNg judgments that Charles did not fit the norm in society, he stayed to himself aNd dove deeper into his miNd. Perhaps it could be argued that the medications he took to combat soMe of his ongoing illnesses would be presumed as beiNg somewhat of a drug attic. However if this was the case, then coNsideR the possibility that his iMagiNatioN was that of soMetHiNg real aNd the medications merely highlighted the beautiful side of his thoughts.
Interesting title for such a naMe "Through the LookiNg Glass" when you coNsideR the thought that Charles could have been sHaRiNg a bit of what his miNd saw.
Wise beyoNd his years, perhaps this was his way to articulate what his soul was tRyiNg to communicate, soMetHiNg that was not seen by others oNly but that of himself...
In a body that didN't fuNctioN properly, Charles overcame soMe of his insecurities by fiNdiNg normalcy within his miNd, grew past the fear of rejection aNd fouNd stReNgth within himself in other areas... perhaps soMe would recognize it as the in between the 5th aNd 6th seNse...that of what his heart was tRyiNg to express.

None the less in later years, his unique way of tHiNkiNg was no loNger challenged when a man by the naMe of Walt DisNey coNtiNued the legacy of what Charles lived for.
Not afraid to express what he had discovered aNd what most doN't often see tHeMselves, a gliMps into our own 'LookiNg Glass' a mirror iMage of what our soul lives for...

Charles gave me the courage to follow what my soul tRuly believes in, "that a heart will never stray us away fRoM what our soul lives for, it's a compass to reaching oNes dReAms" aNd I tHaNk him for sHaRiNg his beautiful layers with me.

In HoNor of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson aNd Walt DisNey,
wRitten by kAtiE fRoM