When a rosebud blooms, it’s a mystery.
A mixture of dirt, water, air, sunlight, seed, stem, and petal.
Magic and mysterious.
How does it work? WHO KNOWS!
But the gardener, if tempted, will want to take the credit.
“I planted in the right season!”
“I watered it correctly!”
“I tilled the soil!”
“I chose the right variety!”
But the gardener ignores the most important part to the rose’s growth: MYSTERY.
A good gardener knows the basics. They know to stick to what’s worked for thousands (millions?) of years. They stick to the discipline and then yield to the mystery.
Some roses bloom.
Some roses are fragrant.
Some not so much.
Some are beautiful.
Some are ugly.
The only thing they know that’s certain is their ability to stick to the process. To cultivate. Aerate. Weed. And then…let uncertainty take over.
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When we seek to control the uncontrollable, we invite anxiety into our lives. When we demand certainty from that which is inherently uncertain, we open the door to fear, angst, and worry.
There are certain aspects of out lives that are simply…uncertain.
Quantum particles—what are currently believed to be the smallest atoms of matter—adjust their “shape” based on whether they’re being observed. There’s science to suggest those same particles are “aware” if they’re being watched or not.
(Think of that next time you dust particles floating through a beam of sunlight.)
A tornado rips through a town and completely flattens a house, but leaves the grandfather clock in the front hallway untouched and in working order.
Some businesses pop. Most fall flat.
Do what you can. Do what you know to do. And then….