I heard a story about a man who went about the countryside asking people how they would spend their last day on earth. He came upon a woman who was out hoeing her garden, surrounded by her children and neighbor women. He decided he might as well ask her, too, even though he didn't expect much of an answer. "Woman," he asked, "if this were your last day on earth, if tomorrow it was certain you would die, what would you do today?"

"Oh," she said. "I would go on hoeing my garden and taking care of my children and talking to my neighbors."

The woman knew that there is nothing more important than being fully where we are, in the plain, ordinary events, day in and day out.

Sue Monk Kidd, The Dance of the Dissident Daughter