This brain, that was shut down with anesthetic restores itself, miraculously, to crystal clear functioning. This body, that was a beating corpse on a surgical slab has slept soundly and arises refreshed, resurrected. This knee, that was entered through four small portals, explored with a magical eye on the end of a probe, excavated to remove four large ‘foreign objects’ and flushed out to remove the smaller bits, rests happily on a plumped-up cushion. The swelling and soreness subside with each new day. Healing is happening.
How incredible it is that healing just happens. Sure, it’s often facilitated by the intervention of surgeons, care-givers, and others with uncanny gifts (Life’s lovely helpers.) But who can truthfully claim that they ‘do it?’
Whatever the inconceivable ‘IT’ is that lives this body-mind and knows exactly how to restore its systems to their proper functioning – whatever IT is, it gets my deepest bows of speechless gratitude. I’d be on my knees – but that will have to wait.