There is a magic in the work I do. There is the beauty of seeing a woman reach to the depths of her being to bring her baby into the world, the tenderness of a man as he becomes "dad" and accompanies his partner in her pathway to "mum". There is the freshness and hope of a new baby. Every moment of it is a time of unfurling, blossoming humanity.
These things are obvious but I also take joy in the moments I spend all alone: cruising along near empty roads with the windows down, cool night air swirling, setting my focus on the family I will serve, thinking of their unique goals and challenges.
I enjoy driving over a glassy river, lights twinkling and reflecting from the dark. Sometimes I am travelling at dawn and the changing colours of the sky remind me of my own first labour, the way I watched the colour of the sky through just a sliver of window as I sucked on gas and wondered how long it would take.
One time I wandered from a city hospital in the early hours and found a large white feather on the ground. I picked up the feather and appreciated it's owner, a large bird surviving in the urban jungle.
Today's own little piece of magic came as I walked to the car park at 4.20. The sky was still inky but a magpie was hunting, catching and dropping a large insect several times to eventually grab it and run away from me as though I would steal the sticky looking prize.