Loss is the forge of character

Is the trigger for change.

We lose something. 

A piece of the puzzle of our existence is gone. A role, job, home, love, friend, beloved, our health – or even more esoteric, a tightly held belief. 

At the existential level, we might lose ourselves, unable to find the thread of us in the jumble of news feeds and work demands. 

Loss is tragic. There is a hole where before there was something. The hole is mysterious. It has no shape, no identity, no thing.

But the hole is also an invitation. A vacuum of potential. It is the no thing from which something will emerge. 

We can step into the unknown of the hole and be fierce in the intention we hold for what we shape that no thing into. Or we can allow it to take us, and shape us.

Either way, change happens.

We are in the field of terrible loss. The elements are enraged. Winds tear down trees, water rises, fire burns, earth goes barren. Our human-constructed systems are terminal, the polarity too far gone towards rogue to be recalibrated. Our hearts are broken, our minds tripping, struggling to find sane within the crazy. The endless drama spikes are at full flood, confusion reigns. The gorgeous creatures are extinct. The stories we were taught of our history were revealed as propaganda.

Before we address change, we might facilitate the experience of loss. 

We might feel the cavity. Its pull or push. Simply as it is. Once we have reconciled the loss, a greater wisdom might arise about the change needed.

Loss is the forge of character. To gain syntropy and to progress, loss is the path.

Photo February 4th, Article written February 5th 2025.