Many people remember a birthday from their past that was special to them. For me, that birthday was ten years ago today.
It was a rainy day in Portland and I was working on the illustrations for my book Old Dog And the Christmas Wish. My brother had sent me the soundtrack from the musical Wicked for Christmas and it seemed like the perfect time to listen to it. The rain beat against the windows as I worked my paint brush and listened to the score. Then my heart stopped. WHAT WAS THAT SONG? WHAT HAD I JUST HEARD? WHAT WERE THOSE WORDS? I hit the replay button and listened to this:
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by
the rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap
It’s time to try defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity
And you won’t bring me down
Video of Defying Gravity from the musical Wicked
I played that song, Defying Gravity, over and over. I could feel something crystalizing inside me. Something, truly, HAD changed within me. I had to stop listening because I was meeting my sister for a birthday brunch and it was time to go. I arrived at my chosen place, East Bank Saloon, a bit early so I picked up the Willamette Week paper and started browsing. When I came to the horoscopes I scanned down to Aquarius and here’s what it said:
A guy I met in a bar in New York’s Lower East Side discoursed at length on the psycho-spiritual meaning of The Wizard of Oz. “The Wicked Witch of the West was Dorothy’s greatest teacher,” he told me. “The witch’s animosity compelled her to learn new tricks, master her circumstances, and ultimately find her way home.” I hope that lately you have been benefitting from your own personal version of the Wicked Witch, Aquarius, and I trust that you will soon graduate from your need for the lessons he or she has provided.
I was speechless. I’d never EVER read a horoscope that mentioned the Wicked Witch or The Wizard of Oz. The words about the witch being Dorothy’s greatest teacher and ultimately helping her find her way home stayed in my heart. I bought a copy of the paper, pinned the original horoscope to my bulletin board and put a copy in my wallet so I’d always have it with me.
The years passed. Summer of 2012 arrived and, as some of you may know, I unexpectedly watched a BBC television show that changed everything about my life. Decades of spinal pain—the physical manifestation of repressed rage—vanished along with memories of childhood sexual abuse that had haunted me. I’d been awakened from the spell of unworthiness. I surrendered to a journey that led to the writing of my sixth book Breathing Fire. I wrote about my lifelong search for a “home” where I could be safe from my past. References to The Wizard of Oz found their way into my story. At the end of the book, right before the mystical epilogue, I wrote:
In the end, I learned it wasn’t a matter of finding something that was lost, but rather removing the obstacle that had kept it hidden. Nowhere was that more evident than in my search for a home. It had been there all along, beneath my rage. Once that rage was gone, my safe haven appeared—just like magic! I wondered if this was how Dorothy felt when she learned she could have gone home whenever she wanted to. All she had to do was click her heels together three times. So simple, once you know how.
Many years had gone by since I’d listened to Defying Gravity. I played the CD and stood in the center of my office, sobbing as I listened to the words. I WAS through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game! I would NEVER go back to sleep! And I MOST DEFINITELY would live the rest of my life defying gravity no matter who wanted to bring me down. The dragon energy that lived inside, buried beneath the rage of a broken child, exploded from within and I took my place with those magnificent creatures. I wrote in my book If beyond here there truly were dragons I would spread wide my scaly wings and join their dance in the skies knowing I, too, could breathe fire!
The prophecy of the Wicked Witch had been fulfilled. She had taught me as she had taught Dorothy and ultimately helped this lost little girl find her way home. She brought me to sword-fighting classes and led me to create Clarity—my sword. I embodied her spirit last year as I fought three gynecologists who all wanted me to have major surgery for cancer it would turn out I didn’t have. Somewhere in Portland there is an oncologist who is just beginning to understand you don’t play games with a woman who carries Wicked Witch, Dragon and Sword energy within her!
I have been deeply blessed in life and have everything I could ever want. So, my birthday wish is for you:
May you never stop believing in miracles, may you always take unexpected journeys when they beckon, and may you tap fearlessly into your own witch, dragon and sword energy…but only when necessary!!
WITH GREAT LOVE AND A MIGHTY ROAR,
What a remarkable journey and amazing celebration of you! Thank you for sharing this I’m greatly inspired!
Thank you so much, Deidre. Who knew the Wicked Witch would be one of my teachers, eh? Have any unexpected teachers shown up in your life?
Life is a series of miracles. I hope they keep happening for you. Happy birthday!
Bernadette, who knows more about miracles than you? All the kitties in need who’ve crossed your path over the years were tended to, nursed back to health or cared for with great love if it wasn’t their destiny to stay earthbound for long. Miracles all, for what would have happened if they hadn’t found you?