Monday, May 24, 2010

See you in another life, brutha.


Lost is finished. Disappointed on so many levels. Now needing to re-watch all 6 seasons. Turns out they were all dead. Not sure when they died....trying to work that out. I believe they may have all died in the plane crash. The island represented a sort of purgatory with Jacob and the man in black locked in a battle for the souls of the losties. Jacob representing good, man in black...evil. I believe our losties, with their sordid pasts and tortured souls, had to reconcile their lives in order to move on. So many things remain unanswered for me in the end. So many things happened in the course of the six year run that are unexplainable and were not addressed in the finale.

In the first season I actually toyed with the dead thing. When I saw Locke walk when he had been in a wheel chair, or learned Rose was terminally ill, but the island healed her, I thought perhaps they were in purgatory. I remember discussing that theory. But then things happened, that in retrospect make no sense and do not contribute at all to the final outcome of things. Why? It is as if the writers had no idea where they were taking us and tried out ideas that they eventually shelved. But I remember those little side bars and have attempted to fit those in the big picture, with no success.

In the end. Perhaps it is like the Robin Williams movie "What Dreams May Come." That movie freaked me out. Maybe death is like that. A series of unexplainable dreams. Maybe things don't mesh because they're not supposed to. Maybe.

I know that I will be working this through for days. Perhaps I will hit on the missing piece of the puzzle that will explain it for me. But I doubt it.

So, in the words of my fav Lost character Desmond Hume, "see you in another life, brutha."

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Blindly Blogging

The non-update. Apparently there is an election happening in Ethiopia. Therefore, I am told, all officials are working on the election....and not on my adoption. Frustrating. But, I can't help but feel like this thing will happen soon. Like out of the blue or something. That's my hope anyway. Sometimes I sit here at my desk and envision the phone ringing and a happy voice on the other end saying that the mess has been sorted out, finally. I hope that day comes soon. Hmmmm....wouldn't it be nice if that happy voice also said they had decided, for all our trouble, to push us to the front of the line. That we are being pushed through Court and our Embassy date is in two weeks?? That is the stuff of day dreams. Unrealistic for sure. But lovely nonetheless.
Fingers and toes still crossed. Prayers sent heavenward. Still waiting for the happy voice.