Thursday, May 11, 2006

But can I be found?

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once watched LOST but can I be found,
Was blind, but now, I have TV.

-- Amazing Grace (sort of)

No I haven't found religion, but I do watch LOST, the television series. It is a program about miracles, the first one being that it has been on for almost two years now and has only covered three months of the lives of an airplane load of people stranded on a tropical island (which in reality is Hawaii). The second miracle is that these people are stranded on a tropical island with umpteen beautiful beaches and not once has someone tried to sell them Chiclets or wood carvings.

A majority of LOST's multiple storylines take place in flashbacks. I have watched LOST from the beginning and I am still amazed at the writer's abilities to keep track of these multiple storylines. I'm still trying to figure out what the polar bear that was shot early in the series was doing in Hawaii.

I mention LOST only because I like the program, it was on last night and I've been feeling that way lately about blogging....lost, that is. This is not to say that I ever really had a direction I was headed with my blog. But even the television series LOST claims that everything happens in it for a reason.

Sometimes I believe that. I believe I write about certain things at certain times for a reason. But sometimes I lose that feeling. And then I really feel lost. It's that "Horton Hears a Who" feeling again of shouting to be heard, but this time I can't even hear my own voice.

But then again, I think we all lose our way at times. Even Rose almost stopped blowing her whistle at the end of Titanic (after breaking Jack's dead hand from her grip and letting him sink to the bottom of the ocean...a symbolic moment if I ever saw one). But against all odds she decided to keep trying to be heard and was rescued.

Not that I'm looking to be rescued...just heard.

Can you hear me now?
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