Dorothy

Oh, what a joy it would be to be Dorothy.

Adventures to a faraway land. A tinman, lion and scarecrow as friends. A gorgeous dog. A yellow brick road.

And the shoes.

Oh, the shoes!

What a joy to own those red sparkly shoes.

To be able to click the heels together and be home. But where is home?

Home is somewhere you belong, right? Somewhere you can relax and be yourself.

What happens if that home is no longer accepting? Family no longer understanding? Friends no longer fun?

What then?

Click three times and imagine home.

But where? How?

If one no longer has a home, where does one imagine?

A make-believe place perhaps, one where you belong, where only you can live. But wouldn’t that in itself be lonely? Surely there is somewhere where one who is essentially homeless can belong?

Maybe Oz is the right place after all. Maybe clicking your heels and imagining home isn’t necessary. Maybe Oz is where we shall find a sense of belonging…