Re-Potted

I netted the fig tree. I planted five yellow flowering plants and four purple flowering plants. I tore up a decomposing tomato barrel, threw away the pieces, and dispersed the dirt. I did the same for two other rotten containers. I took four tropicals that didn’t come in hanging baskets and re-potted them into hanging baskets. I planted four plugs of a crawling ground cover. I planted eight red flowering plants and three white and green speckled plants. I re-potted a Boston fern and an asparagus fern. Then I got on my bike and rode.

As soon as I pressed the pedal, exhilaration surged through me. The same thing happens when I curve my palm into the water swimming the American Crawl. It happens when I dip the paddle into the Gulf and my kayak chops the waves. Walking does not do that for me, which is the only limited activity my re-hurt back has relegated me to since March.

Fate gave me the knowledge of what makes me happy. If the injured back (plus the pool closing for two weeks and a cancer spot on my finger) hadn’t forced me out of the pool, I wouldn’t have rediscovered the kayak and bike. The contrast between these activities and walking wouldn’t have presented itself. I wouldn’t know that in incredible motion lies my happiness.

So let us praise the difficulties that open new learnings. If only we are willing to train our eyes to see them.