Story time...... 😀 There was once a builder who was given a piece of land. She did not choose it. Nor did she choose its soil, its contours, its history, or what had happened there before she arrived. It was simply the ground she had been given. So before she built anything, she studied it. She discovered where it was firm and where it shifted. Where water gathered. Where the earth was depleted. Where roots had once grown. Where something had disturbed the soil. Some parts were fertile. Some needed work. Some surprised her. There were things in the ground she had never known were there. She could have spent her life wishing for a different piece of land. Instead, she began working with the ground she had. She added compost. Introduced organic matter. Loosened what had become hard. And gave life back to places that had become depleted. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the soil began to change. But the builder didn't wait for the ground to become perfect before she began building. She began with what was there. And while building, she continued to cultivate the ground. Season by season, the soil became richer. What had once seemed depleted began to hold life again. The builder looked at the land and realised something: She did not choose the ground. But she could participate in what it became. So she keeps building and cultivating. And the ground keeps becoming. 🪱🌊 ☀️🌻