The Tin Man entered the orchard. He loved to clear the trees and leave the orchard in clean harmony. Even the trees agreed.
But then, the sky darkened, as always when the witch was about. Rain sheeted in smooth fall cross tin skin and in moments. Frozen.
A few days passed. The trees called to Tin Man. Restore order, they pleaded as foul rot seeped to soil. But Tin Man could not move. Why struggle?
The vile undergrowth stole deep to precious roots. A darkness crept within once hallowed trees as surely as witches desires. The Tin Man watched unmoving, but as he believed he had no heart, he did not struggle hard against the rust, rather mourned, inside.
And then, as always happens in such tales, a maiden of dawning virtue happened upon the Tin Man. Oil to joints long locked. A debt now owed and honor bound to repay. The darkness to be cleared as the rust.
On the journey he would discover the error of miss-held belief. While watching the flying monkeys carry away his maiden, Tin Man felt something stir inside. Loss. A touch of despair. Heart is not an object, but rather a presence within oneself which one chooses to express or not. Raising ax sharpened with epiphany, Tin Man helped change the world, at least for one fair maiden. And is that not the point of heart?
The story of the Tin Man is one of my favorites and has been since childhood. One of the joys of growing up in the 70’s – all the cool, and oft bizarre, television shows. It was always the “epics,” catching me up in a whirlwind story powered by visceral creatures and characters, that would resonate into dreams and play.
I’m sure we’ve all experienced moments of frozen loss as the Tin Man above. I know I have. Sometimes it depends on the day of the week. Things intrude and we are caught in the whirlwind of life’s witch storm. However, unlike the Tin Man, we do not have to wait for a lovely maiden to wander by and apply the oil. All we need to is have heart and break free.
The important thing is to move again. Struggle against the rust that builds. Break free. Swing the ax. Discover your heart.
This is the Writing Resource I have today. Next week, the list will return. Peaceful Journeys.