Friday, May 4th, 2012
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Lost ~ To Come To Be Without… Once Again
I like to pick a new word & concept to focus on each month as a way to channel my artistic expressions, discover ritual & tradition, and to find meaning & discovery in the sacred, profane and mundane.Â Each month, I’ve picked a new word but this month, I’m revisiting one that has stuck with me, prompted the creation of a journal series and a bigger picture project that I will one day reveal.
This month, I’m going back to the words LOST. LOSING. LOSE. LOSS.
I wanted to do a blogging prompt series on LOST because I become absent in the month of May. It would seem I am always at a lost for words or grieving over loss during May. Is it any wonder that soon I will be taking part in a four day in depth training series on communication and then immediately after that I will attend a 10 day silent retreat? It all seems fitting and perfectly timed.
A few [partial] definitions I came across.
LOSS: Something that is lost:
LOST: No longer possessed or retained. No longer to be found. Having gone astray or missed the way.
LOSE: To come to be without. To suffer the deprivation of.
There are other words that come to mind when thinking on LOST.
Displaced. Relinquish. Surrender. Adrift. Astray. At Sea. Fallen. Gone. Irretrievable. Vanished. Wayward. Without. Nowhere. Missing.
Due to my habit of being at a loss for words, Iâ€™ve created journal/blog prompts regarding LOSS to aid in my writing. Those posts, which you will see throughout this month, especially during my ten days of silence, will be tagged under â€śAt A Loss.â€ť I want to explore the range of loss. What are the things, moments and people that we lose? What are the effects of loss? Can we find joy in loss? Why do I have such a bad reaction to the words â€śrelinquishâ€ť and â€śSurrenderâ€ť as it relates to LOST. Iâ€™m hoping to find growth on the other side of this. We shall see.
It is now, almost seven years later and I find that Iâ€™m at a loss of appetite. I thought I was going to write a funny expose about fish heads. I forgot I ate that waffle when my uncle died. SLY in Loss of Appetite
Sometimes when you are â€śAt A Loss,â€ť you just donâ€™t have anything to give. The only thing I can muster is to support my friend Lola, maintain my sanity and eat my breakfast. SLY in Tinuola Olateju
Sometimes in capturing one moment, you lose another. SLY in Losing the Moment
Iâ€™d like to meet the man who dropped all his balls and searched for them so frantically that they had no choice but to coin the term â€śLOST YOUR MARBLESâ€ť. SLY in Those Damn Marbles
Sometimes I want to go where the water is. Even if it washes me all away. SLY in Lost At Sea
In all the attempted remembering, even my thoughts get lost. SLY in Retracing My Steps
The weight of losing you was so hard pressed against us. SLY in At A Loss for Words
Sometimes I donâ€™t want to go down the path. I want to lose my way. SLY in Losing My Way
Thereâ€™s a difference between losing something and having it taken from you. SLY in A Loss of Innocence
SLY’s 2012 WORDS OF THE MONTH
SLY’s 2011 WORDS OF THE MONTH