Dreamland




Dreamland

( Postcards from the Other Side of Oz)

Dear Friends,

Has it all been dreamland? Dreaming means we’ve been asleep.

Have we been dreaming a fairy tale? A story that tells us that prince charming is really coming and that the fairy godmother will wave her wand? That we will remember the magic words that will get us out of Oz, or that we will find another pair of red slippers? Have we been dreaming that someone will show us how to escape wonderland and the hateful red queen?

Have we been in dreamland?

Can we make ourselves wake up?

Maybe we can write ourselves a new story.

Love you, Linda

Dear Friends,

Did you ever notice that in a lot of stories things are not what they seem to be?

Remember amusement parks? I remember the fun house. But the fun house was never fun. The walls were never straight, the floor was never level, the mirrors were all tricksters. We went in there because someone told us it was fun. It made us too big or too small like poor Alice. Maybe it made us look like witches or nightmare creatures. It made us believe the feckless wizards. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t us; it wasn’t Kansas.

Love you, Linda

Dear Friends,

In a lot of stories things are deceiving. Pumpkins are really carriages, and frogs are really boys that want kisses, and wizards are really ordinary old men who are pretending to be all powerful, and witches will lie and send us down paths that lead to sinister poppy fields, that put us asleep.

Have we been dreaming our own fairy tale?

Dreaming means we have been asleep. I think we can make ourselves wake up.

Love you, Linda

Dear Friends,

Can we write ourselves a new story? Can we find, like Dorothy, that we had the answers all along? Can we find, like Alice, that all we have to do is stand up for what’s right and we’ll get out of the nightmare? Can we just leave the fun house and walk out into the daylight? Can we wake up out of this dreamland?

Here’s hoping and praying. Wish you were here. Love to all,

Linda

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