When I die, I hope that someone who shows up for my planting will be able to say:

He was a good father
He was a good partner/husband/friend
He stacked a mean pile of wood.

There are, of course, other things that one might wish to have said at their send-off, but they seem pale and hardly worth mentioning right now.

Advice of the Day

The thing about survival is: you have to do the work.

Advice of the day.

...eat more basil.

So (as many of my students start their sentences with the word, I thought I'd try) I think it's about survival. Until this morning I thought it was about making nice to my ego. The important thing is not making myself fit into something, but finding what fits me.