The Limp, a Blip and a Bit of Believing

We're still alive, Zara and I. And getting around a bit. Times like these you really appreciate flowers ( or leaves, in this case ) 'round the house; and not just because you have an obsession with flowers or leaves or making bowers.
"Faisal, you've been awfully slow sometimes, lately - almost catatonic." Zara has stood by me, as doggies are wont to do, as have several friends, as have you, perhaps, who is reading this...anaesthesia is like a boxing match, to me, in from out of which you've been knocked.   Today, two weeks' later, our spring wildly unpredictable - gales blowing every which way, rainstorms, skies brimming with sun - most of my pain has dispersed and I'm feeling glad to have undergone my crunch, for it's made me slow down and respect the body I'm blessed with. And I'm somehow feeling that whatever might be wrong, there really is a light that slips in to meet us when we bend down.
This quote I carry in my wallet:
"In the world you have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."
John 16:38