“The space in which we live should be for the person we are becoming now, not for the person we were in the past.” ~Marie Kondo
I first saw "The Wizard of Oz" on my family's black and white tv with adjustable rabbit ears in 1961. I had to imagine the colors of Oz for another three years until we graduated to a color tv . I remember the fear I felt, through all my childhood viewings, as Dorothy and Toto, isolated from the family by her uncle's closing of the storm shelter doors, had to run back into the house.... alone . I remember the dizzying winds that captured Dorothy and her house and hurtled both toward a topsy turvy land that offered whimsical color and costumed small people but no bearings of anything Dorothy had previously known as normal. With no bearings to guide her home, she was forced to go on a journey of discovery. I remember the wicked witch with green skin who was so angry with Dorothy for something she had no control over. The witch seemed to relish terrorizing Dorothy and her little dog too. I also remember the amazing orb of light that floated down to the ground and revealed a bejeweled Glinda the Good in a shimmery gown, carrying a bejewled scepter. It seemed she came to protect young Dorothy....to help her find a way home and offer her love and support on her journey.
I was Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" production of my elementary school when I was 10 years old. As I stood alone on that school stage in Houston, Texas singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" for an assembly of parents, teachers, friends and family, I was very aware of whether my voice would hit the notes I had rehearsed for weeks before. I was less aware I was playing a part in a larger metaphor that would result in the transformation of women becoming conscious, beautiful, compassionate and fully aware women.
I have since sung "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" at several girlfriends' funerals and pondered, at great length, why it echos over and over again in my life. It plays in its old and new versions in the background at significant moments in my life as a woman and a mother. I am frequently brought to tears whenever I hear the Iz version combined with "What a Wonderful World". https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?fr=yhs-Lkry-SF01&hsimp=yhs-SF01&hspart=Lkry&p=Iz+somewhere#id=1&vid=23f47fba8edfc4f4486bda7ca5a36e1f&action=click
l have been described as being a "Dorothy" going down the yellow brick road of life on numerous occasions. I have fought naively to fulfill the wishes of the "man behind the curtain" thinking he knew some magic that would help me get back home. I have felt deep fear of being cut off from all those I love by a wickedness that wanted something I had. Years later, after watching and crying through the Broadway wonder, "Wicked", I was given the opportunity to explore the birth of wickedness from a broader perspective. I found peace in the transformation of my understanding of the "wickedness' I had previously feared in myself and others.
These stories have merged into a staging area for new curiosities. At what point does Dorothy, the young, loving, adventurous and optimistic dreamer "become" Glinda, the older, wiser, experienced magical creature ready to wrap her arms around her younger self aware everything Dorothy needs is already inside her waiting to be revealed
Thoughts about me as a woman, business leader, mother, daughter, sister and friend are changing at lightening speed. Letting go of the past, and sometimes painful memories, is a moment to moment act of "Becoming Glinda".
Example:I never thought I'd see freedom, in my lifetime, from an underlying anxiety of being marginalized, sexually harassed or minimized. I no longer have to pivot and dodge a side comment or sexual innuendo unless I'm engaged in conversation with an unenlightened man. I have become Glinda
I feel more respect, honor and dignity than I am accustomed to and it frequently moves me to tears. This is the new normal I am getting use to.