The Art of Losing's not too hard to master

So I really have no idea who reads this, if anyone even does...but I am in need of some serious venting on loss.

This has been a year of loss. And I continue to experience finding myself with empty spaces that were once filled. Most recent...my purse was stolen, yet again. But because I am loved and beautiful things happen to me everyday...even among the crappier things...I fortunately had my phone, wallet and waterbottle with me and the thief dropped my camera and burning man pictures, leaving me relieved! (he ended up getting caught, by the way, because an angel-of-a-woman saw him break into Alisa's car one minute before we all showed up; we then waved down a cop who made moves!) But my purse is forever gone from my possession, maybe another guy got away or he ditched my bag in a great hiding spot. Anywayyyyys.... what was in my purse had no monetary value, but had value to me worth every penny I've ever had in my life and more... my favorite book of poems by Hafiz, The Gift. No big deal, I can always replace a book, sure. But this book was given to me by a dear friend Gian-Carlo who passed away this past June. I thought I would keep that book forever. I was wrong.

What saddens me the most is the loss of my journal. I filled its pages with poems, songs, thoughts, affirmations, quotes, realizations, drawings, conversations with God, etc. Basically, my heart and soul was bleeding all over that little thing, at a very transformative time in my life. I was looking forward to having this to draw from when I write my book. But now that is gone too. And I can only hope and pray that someone finds it, reads it and is touched by it...but most likely it will just end up in a landfill. So I have no other choice but to let go...to let what happened on those pages be only what they needed to be for me in the moments of release, in the moments when I wrote.

And I cannot help but think so deep into all of this loss that I am experiencing- the loss of multiple dear, dear loved ones, the loss of a city, the loss of a home, the loss of stability, the loss of a relationship and love, and now the loss of my heart expressed on paper. What am I learning about letting go? about attachment? about change?