It was only as I was leaving the gravitational pull of the rabbit hole that I began to realize that I had missed an opportunity to explore a new land. In my rearview mirror, I saw a a sign shrinking with each mile ... "Winnie ... come find me ... Tigger." It was too late to turn around. My homeward bound ticket held me in it's single-minded thrall. But, something deep within me whispered that I had left a door unopened, a flow of creativity and connection unfelt.
Suddenly I knew that I could have opened my eyes, opened my heart, opened my mind to the strange world around me. I would have still been safe and I might have carried home a new treasure. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ..." and I took the straight one home and will never know what difference it made. Next time maybe I will choose differently.