If all that we see are the scattered pieces of ‘what was,’ the story of ‘what is yet to be’ will never be told. If, however, we are able to envision the pieces as what they are now freed to be, the story of ‘what is yet to be’ will stand among the greatest ever told.

f all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

Have I not yet discovered that the ashes of today enrich the soil of tomorrow?

What seemed to have been taken from our lives is simply a precursor to the very thing that’s about to show up.

So might it be that whatever I’ve lost in my life is what creates the space for whatever I’ve yet to gain in my life. Therefore, without loss I am without gain.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

Most of our losses began the day that we began neglecting what we have now lost.

It's realizing that the best of life often arises out of the worst of circumstances.

We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.