Loss and Recovery

Living in Las Vegas one knows about loss.

Loss is gain- you dump all your money on the table and someone scoops it up.

The eco(nomic)system that is Vegas depends on loss.

Ultimately we all die and the people who loved us experience gut wrenching loss that sometimes persists for years.

But think for a moment what life is without loss?

What if you could never experience the empty poker hand... would the winning one be any fun?

Would walking through the woods be breathtaking if it was all the same and stood bearing the same features forever.

Life would become deviod of mystery and wonder would collapse into boredom.

Sunday morning we ventured back to an area on Mt. Charleston that burned a few years ago. The wild flowers were spectacular. The blackened naked branches that were once cedars stood amongst a diversity of life that was beyond description. Insects (who are not very plentiful in the desert), birds, plants that I recognized as medicinel and good graze, gorgeous blossoms, all on early morning display. One could not deny this as a graveyard. Nearby there is a cross of one of the Blue Diamond daughters who died there one late night. The grief of her short existance obvious by the well tended memorial. The sticks poking through the underbrush into the air - dead - a stark reminder to enjoy today. Rejoice with every moment for existance is change.

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