There are moments in life that seem impossibly small while they are happening, and yet they quietly divide our lives into “before” and “after.”
At the time, I was working at Skywalker Ranch for George Lucas. From the outside it looked like a dream job. It was prestigious, exciting, and well paid. Inside, though, I was deeply unhappy.
What I really wanted was a life with plants.
I dreamed about gardens. I imagined myself working with soil, flowers, and trees, though I had no business plan, no clear ambition, and no idea how I would support myself if I walked away. I only knew there was a longing that refused to disappear.
After returning from a two-week vacation, I pulled into the parking lot of the technical building at Skywalker Sound. The campus was breathtakingly beautiful, almost impossibly perfect. As I got out of my car and walked toward the back entrance, I noticed someone standing alone, just one man.
I looked again.
It was Paul McCartney.
There was no entourage. No crowd. Just Paul McCartney standing quietly outside.
I had been a Beatles fan for more than thirty years. Like so many people of my generation, their music had helped shape my imagination, my values, and my understanding of what creativity could be. Paul had always been my favorite Beatle.
My heart was racing.
I also knew the unspoken rule at Skywalker: celebrities came there because they could work in peace. Employees did not interrupt them. So I took a breath and simply kept walking. As I approached, he looked directly at me, smiled, gave me a little nod and a wink, and said something like, “Hello there. How are you doing?”
Time stopped.
It was surreal. The Beatles had always belonged to another world, truly to mythology. They existed in records, movies, photographs, and songs that played in my head, not in the parking lot outside my office.
Even at Skywalker Ranch, where extraordinary artists came through regularly, Paul’s presence felt different. Everyone was excited that he was there. His influence, creativity, and cultural impact seemed to eclipse everyone else.
Then something happened that I can only describe with the Sanskrit word darshan. Darshan means “sight” or “vision,” but it also refers to the sacred experience of seeing and being seen by someone whose presence awakens something profound within you.In that brief moment, it felt as though a light passed through me. I heard these words with complete clarity:
“Do what you really want to do, Leana. That’s what he does.”
The message didn’t seem to come from Paul himself. It arose somewhere deeper, as though my own soul had finally found a voice I could hear.
I smiled, murmured hello as I walked past, doing my best to remain calm and respectful. I honestly have no idea what I actually said. But I have never forgotten what I heard. That afternoon became my last day at Skywalker Ranch.
I spent a little time in the control room watching part of the video they were creating with Paul. Then I packed my desk into a cardboard box, wheeled it out to my car, and drove slowly past the picturesque little guard shack. The guard peeled my parking pass from the windshield, the gate opened and a new chapter began. As I drove away, I wasn’t certain how I would pay my bills or what my future would look like. But for the first time in a long while, I felt something far more valuable than certainty.
I felt free.
Not long afterward, I found my way into horticulture, eventually becoming a nurserywoman, creating gardens, teaching, and spending decades immersed in the world I had longed for.
Looking back now, I don’t think meeting Paul McCartney changed my life.
I think it gave me permission to trust the life that had been quietly calling me all along.
Always Choose Love- Give Love Gardens 