Went to go see Oz, The Great and Powerful last night. Came in this morning to write some of my musings– (J and I had a great discussion comparing Oz with The Artist. Or rather, he was defending the cad-ish qualities of the main character, and in my insisting that the differences in this cad and that cad were significant, I realized that the films are actually quite similar in theme and talked about it –out loud–to myself for a while as he looked on with a sometimes inquisitive, sometimes confused, sometimes irritated look on his face)– and I saw this in my FB feed:
I couldn’t have put together a better Thursday morning post if I tried. Thursday does mean “Thor’s day”, after the Nordic god Thor. Usually when we think of Thor, we think of giant, mountain-crushing hammers, and hot blondes (though legend usually ascribes him as a ginger), thunder and lightening, and terrible, terrible storms.
What we don’t usually think of is how Thor, being the son of the head-god Odin and the earth, is a protector of humanity, a healer, and one who makes things sacred.
I remember sitting in my etymology classes in high school thinking that gods & goddesses had the most random collection of things they were associated with. God of storms & protection? Healing & hallows? What the hel? But as so beautifully demonstrated in the life of James Harrison, above, the storms or sicknesses in our lives lead to the healing that enables us to make life hallowed for ourselves and others.
This is a fact of being human. Its why its represented in stories like Oz, where the storm brings opened perception for the Wizard and for Dorothy, and why storms and healing are so often coupled in the religious stories of the world.
How have the storms in your life opened your perception of the world? Moved you from silence to sound, from black & white to full color? How have your hurts and trauma enabled you to help others? How could they?