Spring has settled in the foothills and it is a hard time for me since I haven't yet regained full mobility of my left knee.
I came a long way if I remember how I felt two months ago, right after surgery. However, the air is too sweet to skip a walk, the sky is too blue to resist a hike. Oh! I miss my knee.
But this morning, as I went through moments of doubt, impatience and even (oh! I hate this) self-pity, I learned something.
I woke up early and brought my first cup of tea outside on the patio. A light breeze played in the palm trees. Dozens of birds busied themselves in the yard, gathering tiny twigs and weeds to build their nests.
Each year, this is a festival of birds right here in my yard. I always love watching them. But today, I took more time observing and admiring their patience as they struggled with their heavy loads of nest material. One of them was especially tenacious and it took all of its strength to lift some straw up to its nest.
So when the bird had reached its nest, I limped back inside my house.
My green tea sipped watching the bird held the promise of a great day. I did my knee exercises, focusing on my improvement instead of lamenting on the slow progress. Hope was palpable as I pulled my knee closer to my chest.
Half an inch at a time.
Like the little bird in my yard.
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