Always, we begin again. Conversion, in the Rule of St. Benedict, carries the sense of circular motion. Conversio, a coming back again to the work at hand, to the life of the monastic community. I may return to the new day with my relationship with God yet deeper, I may return to try again where I have missed the mark. Each day, I begin again.
It's rather like my computer, when all else fails, I re-boot it, stopping what is in motion, clearing out the memory cache. Begin again.
To begin again implies stopping, perhaps even resting. I started physical therapy for my ankle this week (which has also has me thinking about the inflicting of sensible pain, but that is an entirely different post!). As ligaments and bones begin to knit and range of motion has increased -- and as swelling has gone down, yesterday I did what I haven't done in a month. Put on a left shoe. And walk without the orthopedic boot. 2500 steps.
At the end of the day my physical therapist looked at my swollen and once again black and blue ankle and re-booted me. Stop, rest. Wear the boot. And today, I begin again.