Over the last few months I’ve wondered about writing a blog but something has always held me back. I love to write, I have so many journals and never struggle to spill my thoughts onto a page. But, a blog is so…public! What have I got to say? Are my thoughts worthy of other people’s attention? Will anybody be interested in little old me?
The time wasn’t right before but it is now. Why now? Because now I’m moving further away from what I’ve come to term as ‘The Dark Days’. I won’t delve into the details of those days right now; no doubt, however, when the context calls for it a reference can be made. Now, the time is right because I can confidently answer the three questions above respectively with a resounding: “Lots!”; “Absolutely!”; and “So what if they’re not?!”
So, that’s what this blog is about: me and my meanderings along my ‘Yellow Brick Road’. That road from the well loved tale, The Wizard of Oz, along which Dorothy journeys to find her way back home. This blog will tell of the tornado that ripped apart my world; the new life I found myself in; the truest companions who helped me along the way and what they taught me; and how, ultimately, I’m finding my way to take the tornado broken pieces of my old ‘home’, dust some of the good old pieces off, add in some new parts and build a myself a new ‘home’.
It feels good to be starting this. I don’t know where it will lead me, but that’s ok; being comfortable with the unknown and the uncontrollable are my first steps.
So, I’ll finish this inaugural post firstly by saying thank you for reading and, hopefully accompanying me, and finally with this quote said by the Witch of the North to Dororthy:
‘ “You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm.”
“Won’t you go with me?” pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the little old woman as her only friend.
“No, I cannot do that,” she replied, “but I will give you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North.”
She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy soon found out later.” ‘
[Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank) The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (2012-05-16) (p. 14)]