"How on earth did Alice go directly into the hole," I wonder as news of viruses and politics and gun violence prompt thoughts of becoming a modern day hermit. Our instincts to avoid dark holes might be appropriate in the physical world (I type this and then I recall my sister wanting to venture into a dark cave filled with the sound of trickling water when we were exploring a rural pathway in Italy a couple of years ago) and yet when it comes to our own human souls, Richo posits these dark holes might actually be the passageways to transformation and wholeness.
I'll be looking for opportunities to defy logic this week. And while that may result in a pile of paintings waiting to be smothered in black gesso, it might also land me in Wonderland. Want to come along?