|Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into|
my face. As though I were just as wonderful as
the perfect moon.
~ The Sweetness of Dogs by Mary Oliver
Loss reminds you, in no uncertain terms, that you're alive, that you feel, that life is impermanent. And so, buttercup, you better let that wall fall because the protective tower you built insulated you too much from life.
Us tower builders think that having thick walls and a lofty view will protect us from the ravages and losses life slings at us. We sit perched, precariously, I might add, atop our creation thinking, Ah, now that I see it coming, I can control it. Whatever "it" is. Well. Wrong again, buttercup. Because even if you do see it coming (whatever "it" is), the tower will still come down.
That is the sweetness of life. To have your tower come down to reveal the authentic, sweet treasure that is you in all your beauty and pain. Build another if you want, but today, know you stand naked and raw in the face of Life. You stand in divine brilliance. Treasure this moment because it won't be lived again.
The Everyday Tarot