Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.

Maybe my greater fear should not be fear itself, but what I will lose should I submit to fear.

Today’s ashes are tomorrow’s soil.

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

A hole is a space where everything has been moved out so that opportunity has space to move in.

Because a door slammed shut, we assume that our dreams were slammed shut with it. Yet before we surrender to a closed door, it might be wise to take a moment and consider the fact that any dream is far too big not to have a couple of back doors.

It’s not about the ashes, for they tell a tale of what was. It’s about having a vision sufficient to understand that the tale that lies among the ashes stands ready to build the dream that will rise above the ashes.

The greatest loss lies in our inability to accept loss.

Maybe the thing that we’re losing is the very thing that has caused us to lose everything else in the first place.