Dorothy wants something more than her Kansas life, where she feels stuck, limited, and, well, bored. With the help of the twister that kills one of those pesky witches, she’s transported off to this magical land. Munchkins abound, there’s a magical yellow brick road, everybody sings, and the whole world literally busts into color. There’s only a few catches along the way, of course. That darned wicked witch is out to burst her bubble, the Wizard himself is really a fraud, and along the way, she meets a lion in need of courage, a scarecrow in need of brains, and a tin man in need of a heart. All of the characters realize that what they needed all along was inside them - the lion really was brave, the scarecrow really was smart, the tin man was so kind, and Dorothy had home inside of her all along. It’s a touching story, really.
But what happened after she got home? That’s the end of the story for us, the audience, yet that story had to be a blip in the course of Dorothy’s entire life. I wonder if when she got home, she got restless again, now that she had discovered that there was so much more to the world. What would a 12-year old do now that she had already had this epic story happen?
The thing is, we’ve only seen this one story frozen in time. It’s nice and easy to think that Dorothy’s story is all wrapped up in a neat bow, just like that click click click of her sparkly red heels. We feel like we know Dorothy so well, but the whole timeline of The Wizard of Oz is probably akin to her going away to camp for the summer. She’ll have so many story arcs in her time that we’ll never get to see. Of course, we as the audience probably needed to move on. We want to see a range of stories – not only the stories of a little girl living in Kansas who once defeated the wicked witch with a pail of water.
If you ever think someone’s story is done, they may just be in that gentle moment of pause between one chapter and another. When are stories are actually DONE, well, then they’re truly done. If you’re sitting around thinking that you’ll never be at that resolution with your story, that time where you truly come home, just take comfort in the fact that we are all in our middle. That resolution, albeit gentle, just isn’t nearly as interesting as Dorothy, Toto, and their friends traipsing through the forest.