This is my favorite movie of all time. As the years have passed since I first watched it as a child, I see that its meaning is multi-layered.
Home is where Dorothy wants to return and finds that she always had that power to get back home via the ruby slippers. Yet, when she wakes up in her own bed, she’s told she never left home at all. She was just dreaming a dream that she had left it.
Home then becomes a metaphor for Who We Really Are, the stuff of God. And, we, too, can never leave it. We can only dream a dream that we have left it. Dream a dream that we are separate and not whole. But it’s only a dream that we leave home. We can’t ever really leave home. We don’t undock from the
“mother ship”. It’s not possible, not even in death. So the perception of separateness becomes the dream we are dreaming.
And then we wake up, little by little, in stages at times and remember that Who We Really Are is whole and perfect and so much an integral part of this beautiful, friendly, benevolent, grace filled and peaceful Universe.
I believe that promise of waking up from the dream of separateness, pulses at all times within each of us. Call that promise the ruby slippers, if you will, but it’s no magic. It’s real and any moment is a moment to stop what we are doing, take a deep and conscious breath and remember Who We Really Are right now. We are that beautiful, peaceful, benevolent, friendly, grace filled Universe, too.
Breathing in beauty, I remember.
Breathing in peace, I remember.
Breathing in benevolence, I remember.
Breathing in friendship, I remember.
Breathing in grace, I remember.
I remember, I am home. I never really left it, after all. And yes, Dorothy, there is no place like Home.
What strange symmetry this post embodies for me! I spent a couple hours this morning writing a post about how a gratitude attitude can increase one’s H(appiness)-Factor. The lesson the comes from such consideration involves seeing happiness as the roadmap, rather than the destination. And also the realization that one unkowingly possessed the capacity for happiness all along. Then it led me to thinking of happiness as those ruby slippers, which we all wear, as opposed to that emerald city which lies at the end of the circuitous yellow brick road.
I had never considered the deeper meaning of the story until this morning. And how interesting that you express a similar sentiment in your blog post.
I have read you for a little while, now. Only now I make a first comment.
Oh my, you have a beautiful blog. And also today I used the very words “saving grace” in an email to a friend – more symmetry! Maybe we are blinking in simultaneously on similar wavelengths or “parallel realities”. Fun to think about! Thanks for visiting and commenting. I also love “tinkerbell the bipolar faerie”!
Breathing in … so lovely. Your writing is always so beautiful.
I have a cute little award for you here.
Oh thank you Belle! The link isn’t showing up here but I received it in an email. It’s adorable and very much appreciated – especially so, Belle, because you are really the one who inspired me to start a blog. Love you, Bethie