All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well. – Julian of Norwich

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything here, and I look at my stats and marvel.  This has never exactly been the “rock star” of blogs, so I’m always quite surprised when people do comment.  I’m also gratified that the people who do come here mostly seem to be the kind of people I’d want to drop by, so it’s all right.

Speaking of all being right, I note that the last time I wrote, I was anticipating the removal of my “new” knee, the one that seemed determined to grow an infection that wanted to teach me something.  The knee was indeed removed due to this, and I have spent the past two months essentially “bedridden,” as they say, because I found, to my surprise, that there’s not much you can do with only one knee.  I was advised not to put my weight on it nor to bend it, which complicated things further, and so I spent the two months hobbling between my bed and my big living room chair, with an occasional foray to the doctor or into town for a brief outing.  Outings were of questionable worth, because the pain of stuffing me and my straight leg into the car was sometimes worse than enduring the virulent case of cabin fever I developed.  Pain, in fact, has been my constant companion through this, and has been most instructive to live with.  I wish that I could say that it has led to some major spiritual transformation, but I suppose I have been more inclined to just grit my teeth and live through this as best I could.  My husband has been a saint, but that’s nothing new, and it’s possible I may have developed more compassion, because it is always instructive to realize just how rough others have it, and I have certainly have had that opportunity.  Meantime, I am now infection-free, after six weeks of IV antibiotics, and I will go into surgery tomorrow for the implantation of another knee.

One of my favorite “chick flicks,” When Harry Met Sally, had a great line when Billy Crystal, Harry, said that whenever he starts a new novel, he always reads the end first, because he might die before he gets to it, and he wants to be sure he knows how it will come out.  That’s me:  somewhere along the line, I picked up a dark attitude that always expects the worst, so that part of me fears that things will not go well on the ‘morrow wants to be fearful and negative, but if my spiritual betters recommend that I access the “blessed assurance” that says that all not only will be well but wants to be well, then who am I to argue?

Beloved Lord, Almighty God, through the rays of the sun, through the waves of the air, through the all-pervading life in space, purify and revivify me, and I pray, heal me body, heart and soul.  — though Hazrat Inayat Khan

All shall be well, and all shall be well….for All.