There’s No Place Like Oz

By my recliner there are two books by L. Frank Baum. One was a gift from some girls at our previous church and one was a gift from Middle Sister Dana. Beside where I sit now, there’s another book by Baum, The Emerald City of Oz. This is one of the white edition Oz books published in the 1960s. There were 14 total, and I have 9. These were a gift from my friend, Ashley.

My Happy Place

Why do people send me Oz books?

Because they know me. They love me. They want me to be happy. And Oz is my happy place.

I’m reading The Emerald City of Oz right now, because I need a happy place pretty desperately. Normally, when I write here, I write about issues I have dealt with or have a plan for dealing with. Not today. Today I am in the middle of parenting a teen with Asperger’s, and it’s not going very well. It’s not as bad as some of the stories I read from others in the same boat, but it sure isn’t a walk in the park.

I am tired. I am broken. I am sad.

So I opened up my vintage Oz book in hopes of replenishing my spirit. I read about Dorothy returning to Oz and bringing Aunt Em and Uncle Henry with her. As Baum describes Dorothy’s rooms in the palace of the Emerald City, my heart aches.

Right now, I am hitching a ride on Dorothy’s back and pretending I can be in Oz as well. I want to have the fairy ruler Ozma magic my pain away. I want to visit Bellina the yellow hen and cuddle her chicks. I want to dance with the rainbow’s daughter, Polychrome, and look out my window at a sea of poppies.

There’s no such thing as Asperger’s in Oz.

This isn’t a post with a recipe for happiness. I don’t have one of those. And I won’t lie and tell you rereading my Oz books soothes away all of my problems. Still, it’s good to imagine a land where everyone is happy, where there is a wise and good ruler that everyone adores.

When you imagine heaven, perhaps you see those streets of gold, but I don’t. Instead, I see a street of yellow brick.

There’s no place like Oz.
There’s no place like Oz.
There’s no place like Oz.

Heather Truett
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I drink Sweet Cream in my coffee. My DVR is set to record Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, and The Walking Dead. I have a serious chapstick addiction, a history of purple/blue/green hair styles, tattoos on my left ankle and my right foot, a whole solar system of freckles, and I may or may not spend an inordinate amount of time trying to convince my kids I am a Time Lady from Gallifrey.
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I drink Sweet Cream in my coffee. My DVR is set to record Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, and The Walking Dead. I have a serious chapstick addiction, a history of purple/blue/green hair styles, tattoos on my left ankle and my right foot, a whole solar system of freckles, and I may or may not spend an inordinate amount of time trying to convince my kids I am a Time Lady from Gallifrey.

  • Heather

    God created our imaginations, and words to encourage it. I fully am behind you!! Sometimes our spirit needs a break from reality, and fantasy is the key.

  • You probably already know my favourite storytelling quote and I think it applies here too.

    Fairy tales don’t tell children that dragons exist, children already know that dragons exist, fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed.

    Enjoy your reading Heather.

    • George MacDonald said that. I love it.

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