We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.
I am absolutely enraptured by the atmosphere of a wreck. A dead ship is the house of a tremendous amount of life-fish and plants. The mixture of life and death is mysterious, even religious. There is the same sense of peace and mood that you feel on entering a cathedral.
All life is part of a complex relationship in which each is dependent upon the others, taking from, giving to and living with all the rest.
Sometime we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course
I wake up saying, I'm still alive; a miracle. And so I keep on pushing.