I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree's way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.
- May Sarton (1912-1995)
Our souls move on and do not die...I aspire to live this lifetime by giving myself away like a tree, spilling my treasures on the wind...
