Loss is one of the most raw Human feelings we experience.
It rarely, if ever, gets easier. Loss of jobs, health, loved ones, memories, ways of life, and oh so much more.
Yet, the lessons around permanence that Nature offers suggest something may be in motion.
Her mountains stand still yet secretly deteriorate right before our eyes into something new—hills. Her rivers rage, minute by minute, over thousands of years, to convert valleys to canyons to gorges to cliffs. Forests grow still and tall. They timber and burn and renew, with yesterday's death seeding tomorrow's birth.
As a whole, she is never lost. In part, she is never permanent. Farewell, to her, becomes synonymous with hello. Even in the face of her many Human led threats.
It's expected. It's experienced. It just is. Even when it shouldn't be. "Should." Nature doesn't bother with "should."
Knowing that what we love will inevitably be lost can be Earth-shattering. A ground will be removed from underneath our feet, and a free fall will predictably take its place.
Yet if we follow Nature's lead, we know we land somewhere. As something. At some point.
To lose is to create. To be created. To be creation.