As I mentioned last week, my daughter was in the hospital. Hospitals are soul-draining places. Life's booby-traps are soul-draining too. It makes the idea of playing with the imaginary friends in my head seem trivial and pointless. 

But it's not pointless. Because as LHA noted, "we write... to find our truth." And in finding it, we've created something we can share with others, who may be seeking out that same truth. It's a gift both to ourselves and to those who read what we've written.

If you're in a soul-draining place where you can't find your way to creativity, do as LHA suggests and journal your way out of the hole. Journal your way back to whole. Don't worry about grammar or beauty or craft. Just put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and empty the gunk that's blocking the way. Because when you do, the stuck places will be cleared, making way for the glorious truth to flow freely. And when the truth flows, creativity will swell right alongside it, and you'll find yourself back in the place you longed for, the place you worried you wouldn't find again. 

To find your way to Wonderland, you must begin like Alice, let yourself fall into the hole. Then you'll have a weapon she didn't possess, your pen, with which you can write your way home.