Magnolia
The gardener loved the work he was able to do every day. It was dirty, it was sweaty, but it was honorable. It was a time he could evaluate his life. He could mull his problems or he could just think about nothing at all except the smell of the grass and the dirt. Maybe have a very slow conversation with an earth worm or too. It didn't seem fancy. It didn't seem special. But, it was his job and he loved that he could do it. Life began in a garden.
Transitions are hard. There is so much uncertainty. Who can know what is around the corner? Who even wants to? Sometimes ignorance is surely bliss. Sometimes you just can't help yourself and have to peek anyway. But change? That's hard too. Where does the strength come from? Where will the courage come from? Transition seems easily, effortless. But it is not. It requires a focus.