There is a Chinese proverb that I find very beautiful. My barn having burned to the ground, I can now see the moon. Loss is like that. Our job is to simply surrender those things that block the experience of love, trusting the promise of the Psalmist that “weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.” If there is one thing to bear in mind until the truth of its words eases the heart troubled by apparent failure and loss, it is this: The new life is always greater than the old. —Ralph Blum
