As attached as I am to my own #form , I also accept #death as my #teacher . I prefer to do this now rather than to wait until the last minute and act surprised as death marches in with his ‘time’s up’ sign flashing neon in the darkness of the night. That’s why we work with death in the dance. And that’s why come May, I’ll be offering a #burial ceremony again for our apprentices who have come to the place of wanting to enter into the deep dialogue with death that this ritual provides. And it’s why I thank my death every time I wake up in the morning and taste that sweet breath of life as a new day begins. And I love the #paradox that with the new life of the spring, comes the time to service the strimmer and participate in this #crazy dance of life and death called the garden. And the #result ? Life tastes both sweeter and sharper. I experience it more. It #hurts more and it hurts less. It’s more #precious and more #ordinary . And whilst I can, I will do my best to dance and dance until the last sweet #breath leaves my body and I #fall back into the #sky .