I love The Wizard of Oz. I always have. My love for that movie is lifelong, and there are many, many occasions in my life that I’ve drawn from the story, the characters, the dialogue, the imagery and, of course, the music and applied them to situations.
When you think about it, Dorothy’s problems really weren’t that severe. It seems as if the bulk of her anxiety (at least in the movie) was an encounter with Miss Gulch over Toto. Probably resolvable (although Uncle Henry and Aunt Em didn’t seem to have the backbone one would like to see in caretakers). Yet, even in her relative dismissal of Dorothy’s angst, Aunt Em delivers an often-overlooked line that is so pertinent not only to the movie, but also to the life application for the movie:
Now, Dorothy, dear, stop imagining things. You always get yourself into a fret over nothing.
Just as I have a lifelong love of The Wizard of Oz, I also have a lifelong obsession for getting myself into a fret over nothing. I take the least annoyances and create major dilemmas. I’ve never seen a mole hill I couldn’t turn into a mountain. I’m so good at it I’m thinking about turning it into a business (I just can’t figure out a profit model).
Even though I know there’s really not a place over the rainbow where troubles melt like lemon drops, the words of Dorothy’s song resonate. So when I heard Eva Cassidy’s version scroll through on my iPod this morning, the lyric seemed like something I should share.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I’ll wish upon a star and
wake up where the clouds are far
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh, why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can’t I?