Loss
Every loss creates an opportunity, an opening. The opening leads to a large, wide space - empty, waiting to be filled. To be filled with something new, something worthier.
That something new doesn’t have to be entirely virgin. It could be what you lost, albeit, refurbished in a way which serves you better.
Our attempt to restore what once was, is mostly futile. But more than that, it’s a denial of the opening. It’s a refusal to step into that generous space and instead sit back in that cave of grief, resentment, shock or all of them.
Isn’t that what becomes our real loss?
Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.
