I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.
life is always bringing unexpected gifts.
I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work seeming like an interruption or really non-life.
Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.