Being at home; mind over matter

The house I call home

In describing Dorothy’s Kansas home and caretakers, L. Frank Baum used the word ‘gray’ seven times. Thereafter, when she traveled down the yellow brick road, the descriptors used were ‘technicolor.’

Our journey often swings back and forth between the gray and the technicolor. When our world is gray (for whatever reason) it’s particularly hard to think in technicolor especially when our physical surroundings are winter gray.

That’s when we have to reach down deep into our soul and see the technicolor that defines us. Dorothy’s yellow-brick journey was not always easy. There were stretches along the road to Oz when the sun could not penetrate the canopy of tree leaves that covered the yellow brick road. During those dark moments, Dorothy had to keep the ‘home’ she harbored in her heart alive and ‘color-full.’

Shouldn’t we do the same?

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

No sooner had Dorothy been whisked away by a twister, then she desperately wanted to go home, and the only way to do so, or so she thought, was to travel the yellow brick road to Oz where she would ask the Wizard to send her home.

How Dorothy-like we all are. While discontent with our present condition, we want nothing more than to be somewhere else. But when we get there, we can’t wait to get home.

It’s more than our fickle nature. It’s what keeps us going. It keeps us fresh. But as we ‘grow,’ we come to realize that being somewhere else is not really what we want. We do want to go home, but we should never be tricked into thinking that going home means going back to where we came from.  The only way to get home is to go forward on the yellow brick road. It’s never about going backwards.

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