The Wizard of Oz

She arrived yesterday to be added to my office decor, and she deserved to be encased in a gold frame.

The Wizard of Oz has been my Bible, ever since I was about 5 or 6 years old. I started watching it around 1960 when it came on one of our local television stations in the spring time, only once a year. I looked forward to this movie with the same anticipation of Christmas, that electric, heart-pounding, skin tingling, feeling of what was about to happen. And my family knew no one was to disturb me when I watched it.

This movie, its story line and all its characters have beckoned me to look deeper at my life. It has been my “go to” when I wanted to understand something and the understanding has unfolded and evolved.

For years, I fought facing the Wicked Witch of the West elements in my life. I fought hard not to know her, she was too scary and powerful. It has only been in the last two years that I have been facing her and all that she represents. My nightmares as a child usually had a witch in them and my nightmares as an adult usually had a witch, in some form, in them. I stayed away from her because I felt I was powerless, that she held all the power.

Diving deep into my own dark shit, I have realized that the Wicked Witch of the West AKA Miss Gulch is me. There is power in my haunted forest, but power reserved for me when I face it. The power that we’re searching for is where we don’t want to go, but “go” we must. It has a “reserved” sign on it with our names on it, awaiting us to face it, acknowledge and feel our power “through” the fear, the anger, the sadness.

My intent for you reading this is that you face ALL who you didn’t want to know, for that is where more of you, more of your power resides. I hope you face your Wicked Witch of the West, not to kill her, but to kill the beliefs which prevented you from going home. Only then will you realize you are both Glinda and the Wicked Witch of the West, both equally powerful women.

Ding dong, your beliefs are dead!

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