Have you ever been ill for a time or had a broken bone that prevented you from walking, running, jumping or bounding up and down stairs? Remember the thrill of regaining those abilities?
I put the Air Cast way up on a high shelf a few days ago. I have written "I will not do jumping jacks in the shallow end of the pool ever again" 1,000 times in a black and white composition book.
Buck and Maggie have accompanied me on short, slow walks for several days. This morning, I am walking solo, all the way to the gate. Oh my God, it is lovely out, slightly overcast and cool. Everthing I see, hear or smell is a miracle of sensation to my cabin-fevered senses.
Buck didn't have to ask. He saw my smile. Healing is a beautiful process.