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I’ve lost my place and now it can’t be found!

I have never watched Life on Mars or indeed the sequel Ashes to Ashes but given that they are titles of tunes by my songster hero, Bowie, perhaps I really ought to.  Indeed I so love the lyrics in this Scissor Sisters track “Return to Oz”

So what else might I be missing out on (just because I prefer not to interact with the big black box in the corner of the room)?  Thanks Steve for that quote!

Most of us at some time, for one reason or another, find ourselves in a place where we didn’t intend to be.  Sometimes this can be a good thing, at other times it is a good thing but we just don’t know it yet.  I call this ‘lost’.  It is never that bad.  But to find our way back out again we need to sift through the debris.

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Some of the aftermath is useful information.  If we can process this and place it into the future scheme of things then it is worth analysing and drawing out the learning.  Some of the aftermath is useless information.  If, as we process it, it ties our minds in myriad knots then this is not doing us any favours.

The information may well be worth something in the future when we decide to drawn down on it but for the moment it is just adding weight to the drowning process.  Let it go. Anything worth hanging onto which we discard now will come back to us when the time is right and if we keep an open mind.

 
 
Once there was a man
Who had a little too much time on his hands
He never stopped to think that he was getting older
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Its three o’ clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they’re all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn’t speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement
And the Skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside
Their sunken faces
And their wild, rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to Oz we’ve fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I’ve lost my place and now it can’t be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

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1 Comment »

  1. In my experience, lost is only a problem if you have no awareness of who you are. When that is the case all sorts of issues can arise and then you may be facing the truly awful prospect of permanent lostness. When you have a sense of who you are, you are in process of re-positioning yourself which may be frightening at first but which is usually hugely beneficial in the long run.

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