Hope Springs Eternal

Just when I thought I'd turned a corner, my body decided to tell me not to get ahead of myself. It's odd how up and down this is. I'm resigned now to just surrender to how I feel and let this healing process take the time it demands.

I was reminded that spring is happening in my absence from the world. A title came to mind, the proverbial phrase from An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope, dating back to 1732. On looking up the wider context of the phrase, the words were astonishingly apt in the circumstances.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.