Milk of Wonder

This is one of my favorite passages from literature, for life:

"Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalk really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees-he could climb it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder."

I'm guilty as charged: always searching for the ladder, for magical elevation into the wild blue yonder. I'm going to India in January (!!!) and I'm hoping that I'll gulp down some milky, wondrous, sweetness- the type that refreshes and energizes, and makes me see the world anew.

Here's to hoping!