Dear Life

We are so fragile. I am grateful to be here and lately having the big questions of what is life? Is it all a dream? Is working in the garden, making friends with neighbors, staying in close touch with friends and having meaningful work what it’s truly about? This living/dying thing. At times a bit confusing to wrap my head around. Is staying alive the best game we can play? As I age, and it seems like so many more people are dying around me, and attending to my own health, I wonder about this things. We ae so fragile and I am grateful. I hope I’m doing/being enough