The moment Dorothy stepped out of the house into Oz, everything was in color. Her dingy gray dress turned blue.
This was one time that the movie was better than the book.
I’ve known those time. Scales fall from the eyes. The big
How did I never see that before? I’m NOT in Kansas anymore.
Oprah would call it an Ah Ha! moment
Oprah seems to have them every week. And so…How different are things really?
Dorothy was a lot less excited about her red slippers when the flying monkeys were attacking.
It’s the return to the mean.
I get distracted by the everyday. Most people do. We return to our normal way of being. I have a habit of being happy or bummed, or pessimistic, or irritated with everybody.
That habit doesn’t change with a trip to Oz.
Habits take a lot to change. One way or another, they stick.