This was written by Kathleen Moore in her book wild comfort. I carry it with me.
Life and death are all or nothing. When you die it's done. The chance is gone. So when you live? When you live, make it all. Don't wait for the pain to stop. Climb out of your tent with your mind engaged, your senses a blaze and let rain pour on you. You are what you do. Be the kindness of soft rain. Be the beauty of light behind a tall fir. Be gratitude-be gladness.