I've always loved that movie. I think it's the most perfect movie ever made.
Every single second of every single scene is a perfect still shot.
I've loved it since I was 3. The Wicked Witch of the West always scared the shit out of me.
And my nose always stings when Dorothy says goodbye to the Scarecrow.
I feel just a little ok maybe a lot like I've landed in Oz.
Things are somewhat familiar but also intense and heavy and my emotions have been splashed with a bucket of Technicolor.
But I still feel like me.
Which I guess is a good thing.
Me. Up in a cyclone.
Watching the elements of my day my life tumble past my picture window eyes.
Me. Looking for Peace and a way Home.
Me. Building my Posse along the way.
A Cast of Characters, also searching for their missing parts but who have such good lessons to teach and such good lovin help to give.
Friends. Patients. Co-workers. A Sears Repair Technician that's a story for another day. Bloggers who pour their guts out.
All on their own Yellow Brick Roads. Their crazy life situations tossed in my path as a reminder that we're all in this together.
As a reminder that I am the lucky one.
As a reminder that things could be so much worse.
There but for the grace of god go i.
I have my health. Physical and mental sort of. My kids are pretty ok for now. I have resources.
I am extraordinarily fortunate even in the presence of Oz the Great and Terrible.
I have my Field of Poppies in the form of a baby dose of xanax and a Mike's Hard Lemonade at bedtime.
A bitch needs her sleep, right SB?
So there you go. Trying to find my way back home. There's no hourglass. There isn't even really a Wicked Witch. Just a long path.
But I have good shoes with lots of support and a high arch so I'm ok.
I'll see you on the Road.