Dear Lost Ones

I want to salute those who are lost at sea.  You know, you and me.  Our vessels may be different but the view is the same. Right side up doesn’t matter as it once did before. Chartered course, map & nav don’t track anymore. What’s happening to us? We’re lost in the squall, the fog is so thick we can’t see at all. Hunted by day, pirated by night, our ships are half capsized tilting left and right. From rafts to freighters the bilge is not draining, we’re bloated with worry, our patience is waning. Water’s seeping in and drowning us all and for the first time in this lifetime we can’t cushion the fall. Favorite artist of mine, indie-rock queen Florence & the Machine’s lyrics pose a question: 

“Did I build a ship to wreck?

Good God, under starless skies

We are lost, and into the breach, we got tossed

And the water’s coming in fast

To wreck, to wreck, to wreck

Did I build this ship to wreck?”

 -Ship To Wreck 2015

As I write there’s a heavy rain outside, a fitting soundtrack for this weighted subject matter of which I dared not speak. But it’s out in the open, no elephant here. As I write there’s a heavy rain outside, a fitting soundtrack for this weighted subject matter of which I dared not speak. But it’s out in the open, no elephant here – headlong together we will face our fear. And lost is long in  phrases and lore, the depth of its presence hurts to the core… 

LOST CAUSE  lost your head  LOST TRACK  lost in the shuffle  LOST TIME

lost your patience  LOST OUT lost your temper LONG LOST lost your way

GOT LOST  lost your mind  LOST TOUCH lost generation LOST COUNT 

lost souls LOST SIGHT lost opportunity LOVE LOST lost your light

LOST IT all is not lost  I’M LOST lost in thought LOST & FOUND

Are we the architects of our passion and doom, causing a wake up call to give us room to stop, look, listen and learn to slow down the pace of our chase and churn? Relentless newscasts predict and presume but we won’t know will we, nor surrender and assume?  Our human side runs hot and the heave-ho tug of what’s right and not must keep the pace of this sick-risk race. The loss… of love and life and having it all, the halt of dreams and plans and having a ball, the lost opportunities of what would be are now reduced to wait and see. A vice grip has us in a hold so hard that our heads and our hearts will be forever marred. But the deepest burn of grief is the loss of a loved one quick and brief. Our mourning for you is the ultimate, for your goodbyes have no closure, a heartbreaking hit. 

This week’s playlist hopes to provide solace and comfort to you. 

In music, 

Val