An Explanatation of Sorts

And so, it begins....

It? She starts with it?!

I believe an explanation is expected. I started a blog after years of not having one anymore, and then I name it something like "Walking through Wardrobes". Have I finally lost it?

My dear sir or madam,

I lost it quite a long time ago (there she goes with the "its" again). My sanity that is...but anywho, for that title.

Walking through Wardrobes

Who gets the reference? Anyone? Any takers? I will give you a hint:


Very good. Glad we're on the same page for now. Oh, and while Google searching an image such as that I found this: And I became ecstatic. Some children are still dreaming, and hoping that Narnia just might be real. These are the children that check every wardrobe they come across (because believe me they are quite rare). These are the children that splash in puddles for completely different reasons than the rest of children their age. See, these are the children that will stare into paintings of a mighty vessel out to sea for hours if you let them...and will pray that when something horrid happens in their lives...Narnia will call them back.

I was one of those children. (Not in the picture mind you).

A dear friend of mine, even to this day, and I used to play Narnia in the woods behind her childhood abode. We dressed up, we wrote our own stories of things that Lewis forgot...like how surely King Peter would have wed someone, and Queen Susan too. Those were our favorites. High King Peter being mine...and Susan hers. For hours we'd play and pretend.

Now I cannot speak for her...there was only once that we were together, and we both..only for a second, thought that in the wardrobe we saw a light... a tunnel... (Unfortunately someone had put a mirror in the back of the wardrobe...how cruel!).

But so many times, I wished it could all be true. An alternate reality where I could be a princess or queen, a warrior, and a lover, all while dancing with the fauns and dryads by the moonlight. A fantasy world...an escape from this hell I already lived within.

The lack of such a world caused me to be a bit of a cynic, more than most. But it also taught me to have hope. See, I still hope. I still catch myself staring into my grandmother's painting..hoping that I will feel the salty breeze whip at my face, and in a blink of an eye I will be in the presence of Aslan, Prince Caspian, Puddleglum, Reepicheep, and the Kings and Queens of old. That I will be needed to help slay the evil Jadis that has plagued Narnia since Polly Plummer and Digory Kirke lead her to the world.

And so,

it begins.