Follow Up To Yesterday's Glinda LOL

Dumb Dumb Dorothy
By Brenda Sutton
© 2000

Performed by Three Weird Sisters

I've clicked my heels so many times. I was a fool to grieve
For flatland and the monochromes I now desire to leave
I want my eyes to match my gown, to float the bubble tram
And be where I know simply who I am

Summon all the Gods of Air and let the wild wind howl
I'll pitch my porch to the gray-green sky and ply the witch's trowel
Put Kansas to my backside, and bid a swift farewell
To the dust and the hogs and the prairie corn sage smell

Chorus:
I want to go where nothing's as it seems
I want to sing and fight and laugh and dream
I want my answers to be "Just because
That's the way in the merry old land of OZ."

Watch the windmill wheel and pitch and whistle up my ride
I'm looking for that rainbow bridge I danced to the Emerald side
I'd battle back to Wizard Town past fields of poppied snow
Through a sky of flying monkeys for the colors that I know

So suck me up the funnel, and send me back to OZ
Set me on that Yellow Path to the land of Neverwas.
Give me my sweet man of straw and let my lion roar
'Til my heart beats like it's never beat before

Chorus:
I want to go where nothing's as it seems
I want to sing and fight and laugh and dream
I want my answers to be "Just because
That's the way in the merry old land of OZ
That's the way in the very old land of OZ."

Kansas is all right, yet it is not my only home
I may visit now and then, but will always roam
How ya gonna keep me down on the farm, after all I've seen?
Please let OZ be real and Kansas be the dream

So hand me down my ruby shoes. Oh, Glinda hear my cry!
I know I begged for sepia tone but now I don't know why
I've learned the grass IS greener on the far side of the moon
Oh, if I have my way I'll be up to green real soon...
If I have my way I'll be covered in green real soon..

Processing in the Midst of Mundanity

Today has been incredibly full. Early this morning I had a powerful realization about my sense of identity that I haven't had the time to fully process and journal about. Readers on two of my journals have been entrusting me with stories of powerful, intimate experiences and invited me to engage with them about them. Watching the Inauguration was a powerful experience in its own way, and triggered a lot of ideas I feel the need to explore. I received an email from Michael telling me briefly that his base was receiving rocket fire (he's okay). I'm also continuing to process the experiences I had Sunday, and the messages sent by my friends on LJ are setting off new insights.

And here I sit at my desk at work, aware that I have responsibilities to meet here, and then I need to go grocery shopping, buy vodka for my Tuesday night ritual with Tiwaz, and that I have my Nia Fitness class tonight. It would be so, so easy to not attend the Nia class, to make quick stops at the stores and then go home, hug my kid, and withdraw into stillness and contemplation. I feel an almost desperate desire to get into that quiet, solitary space and process this flood of thoughts, feelings, and information.

But however important it is that I do take that time, it's also important that I give myself the chance to explore the opportunities that Nia is giving me to process and relax and grow in ways I'm not used to. I need to go, need to challenge my habitual patterns in the hope of finding new and better ones.

What I really want to do is run from the office right now, find a quiet hole somewhere, and alternately pray and write for several hours until my mind and spirit are composed again.

This too, is part of the Work: somehow holding my own needs and my responsibilities to my child, my husband, my employer, my friends, and my patron in dynamic balance.