Remember back at Thanksgiving when I posted a photo of a family friend’s red sparkly shoes? I coveted them and I had to have them.
I don’t think I told you in all the drunken fuss, but I actually tracked them down and bought the last pair they had before I was carted off to
the funny farm rehab.
I think they’re magic, my red shoes. I believe in magic, don’t you? Talismans.
The Talisman is an object marked with magic signs and is believed to confer on its bearer supernatural powers or protection.
Virtually every religion in human history has offered as adherents small decorative objects whose purpose is to do anything ranging between healing, protection or success.
I haven’t worn these shoes outside of my house, yet. I’m in no hurry, I just needed to own them. I just needed to know that once in my lifetime, I had ruby slippers on my feet, my big boats I always hated because of their size 10: not feminine, not delicate.
Certainly not the ideal for a foot fetishist or the binding psychos in China!
These shoes are impractical. I run around after a wild four year old little boy, they’ll get ruined, the sequins will fall off and fade. They’re comfy, but certainly not for my everyday life. I don’t even wear heels much anymore.
But when I was a young teen I worked in Joe’s Shoe Store in Covington, Louisiana, and they had a pair of sparkly red shoes that I would hold and dream about.
One day I would have red shoes like that, I promised myself, Dorothy shoes, one day I would be special enough to wear magic shoes on my banana boats that would possess some sort of magic that would see me through evil witches and flying monkeys and being drugged in a meadow and being lied to and deceived by a man whose not what he seems…
“The Great and Mighty Oz” is my spirit and my connection with my God, who tells me that we will all always be safe in the end.
If we’re not safe, it’s not the end, yet.
My magic red shoes will always lead me safely home.
Click your heels three times: There’s no place like home.