This is a photo of the rainbow barn, now gone, near Hazelhurst, MS. on I-55. I have long looked for this icon on my trips home to Jackson. My sister said I told her once that I wanted to have my wedding reception here. I am sad that it is no longer standing. The photo was found on Flickr. It was posted on a blog site by photographer Patrick Brown.
There’s no Place Like Home
Home is a place we all must find, child. It’s not just a place where you eat or sleep. Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we’re always home, anywhere.
Glinda, the Good Witch of the North
The Wizard of Oz is a classic source of wisdom. In our family, it has become a part of our lore. When someone is pretending to be an expert on something, we say, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.” Everyone knows that there’s no place like home, and we’ve all memorized the words to “Somewhere over the Rainbow.” But my favorite wisdom comes from Glinda the Good Witch of the North, “If we know ourselves, we are always home.”
Jeff and I have been invited to attend the Musty Krewe of Wrecks Mardi Gras Ball next weekend. It’s a costume ball I’ve heard was started by Al Landry, famous for Lagniappe Too restaurant in New Iberia. The last time we attended this ball we had no children, and we dressed up as crayons. This time we are joining friends as The Wizard of Oz characters. I will be Glinda, the Good Witch of the North, and Jeff will be The Cowardly Lion, each of our favorite characters.
Jeff’s favorite scene is when the lion sings, “What makes the Hottentots so hot? Who put the ape in apricot? What do they got that I ain’t got…courage!” Did you know there is an entire website devoted to Wizard of Oz costumes? Jeff ordered his Cowardly Lion costume yesterday and is anxiously awaiting its arrival. I am happy to be going as Glinda, the Good Witch. I found a dress at a second hand shop in New Orleans, have had it cleaned and repaired, and have added puffy sleeves. I still need to make the crown and locate a wig.
Imagine what a wonderful teacher Glinda would be: kind, loving, wise, and beautiful (“Only the bad witches are ugly”). She would make her students the best they could be because she knows that all they need is already inside them.
Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, and knowing your courage can be a life-long pursuit. Hidden in my closet is my diary from 1975 when I was 14 years old. At the bottom of one of the pages in big print letters, I wrote, “I want to be a writer, if only I had the courage.” So here I am some 35 years later still looking for that courage. As I channel Glinda, she is telling me that all I need is inside me. I have what it takes to live my dream. I am already home.
One of the fun parts about writing a blog has been looking through old poems to find one to fit the daily theme. I found this prose poem I wrote back in 2004 when there were still kids around.
Home is here. Home is sitting alone. Home is sitting around together, watching TV, watching stars, reading the news, petting the dogs. Home is finding a cat on the side of the road and taking it home to be your cat. Home is finding an Easter egg in August hidden long ago in the flower pot. Home is smelling coffee with the early morning dew still on the grass. Home is that squeaky sound of the back screen door and hearing “Mom?” echoing down the hallway. Home is a kiss on the forehead to say good-night with the scent of fresh soap after a long bath. Home is littered with dog hair and junk mail. An easy word to spell and a place to always come…home is here.