Letter from Oz

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A suggestive look at the story of Dorothy in Oz that parallels conflicts in modern day relationships

Submitted: April 25, 2013

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Submitted: April 25, 2013



Aunt Em,


I am tumbling through the cyclone; spinning endlessly in the tornado

Desperation and agony as the winds whirl in every direction

I don't know where I am; I've lost myself

The noise is like a hundred rushing trains; deafening in my ears as I try to think clearly

I don't know where I will land; I only hope I don't come crashing down.

How did I get in this mess?

I am lost in a whirlwind because I stand beside my handsome, smart scarecrow; My loving, kind tinman; My courageous and strong lion.

Love is love no matter what, when it is true, it may have a beginning, you may be able to pinpoint the exact moment where love began, but real love has no end.  Love goes down that winding brick road that has many bumps and many cracks but ultimately has no end.

So I stand beside him and we face the hardest thing we've ever faced in our lives.  More difficult than the quest to learn ourselves or all of the obstacles we face to keep us together.  We face the Wicked Witch.

The Wicked Witch only wants her ruby slippers, but those slippers have been given to me.  It was not by choice, it was not my fault.  Now I am in this position and I will not lie down and surrender and give them up.

She tries all that she can to have me killed.  Lies and manipulation; Plots and schemes.  The flying monkeys that used to flit from tree to tree, eating all of the fruit in the forest happily and peacefully, are now nothing to her but pawns in her game.

But let me tell you--She is awfully brave for someone that cannot stand a drop of water.  Watch her eyes widen in fear at the threat of a silly pale of water.  She's bluffing; she's not as strong as she has led us to believe.  It was all an act.  One day she will be reduced to nothing more than a messy puddle on the floor with no way to put herself back together again.

Then--the monkeys will be free to live their lives without suffering under her iron fist.  They will not be manipulated but will be allowed to grow up and live their lives in bliss.

Myself and the scarecrow-tinman-lion, with the most courageous heart and wonderful mind, will be free to move forward and follow that brick road wherever it takes us.

And all of the kingdom will be better off without the Wicked Witch of the West.

So when I ask myself now, why am I here still, spinning around and around in this cyclone?  Why am I riding it out in fear?  Why am I here, where I cannot say a word, and everything is out of my control?

I am here with a hope for a better future.


Best wishes and all the love in the world,




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