Life after death brings the mind to test and taunt the spirit: what ARE
you doing being human?  What was the idea behind this anyway?!  Who
CARES about the earth and the body?  Why would this be any kind of
stupid thing to do?  What IS the use of life?!  I call it the
“nihilistic” phase after someone you love dies.  Who the freak cares
anyway–do I?

Well, Nature whispered a secret to me that it was
MY idea, that I thought it would be an adventure, like a
rollercoaster.  Huh.  Sounds like me.  And one of the indications She
pointed out to me was that all of nature seems to seed itself.  Bushes
to flowers to berries to fallen fruit to little bushes again.  Towering
ancient trees felled that serve as mother dust for new saplings.  Empty
space where war has ravaged now a park where children run and play. 
Cities buried in volcanic lava offering treasured gifts of yesterday’s
stories.

This helps me move forward: how can I seed today?  What
do I create by my breathing?  Survival, food, basic necessities and
then to overflow by opening to the stretch of me that is more than me
that is the Force and the Way shining through.