“Our existence is of consequence, complete in loss & gain and loss again.” – from a story of a spark
(image: cy gavin, ‘A Sense of Loss‘)
For loss is the base color of our painting.
The rhythm to which we move.
The bitter core of our recipe, flambeed with the consuming flames of hardship.
Even in the sunrise.
The first kiss & the baby soaked in amniotic fluid.
And if, somehow, we hope to live amidst the suffocation, we’ll need to see that even in the loss is gain.
Tears making the way for laughter.
Death for life.