Gifts from the Hip
I’m a little over two weeks out from total hip replacement surgery. The combination of time, miles of running, and most likely genetic arthritis created the perfect storm for a damaged hip. While there’s never a perfect time for any time-out on life, I figured the week between Christmas and New Years was about as good as it could get. My husband could be head nurse and chef, and my daughter was home to lounge with me on the sofa, watching movies and reading.
I never dreamed I’d be talking about my “gifts from the hip” but now I can say they have been numerous. First, friends and neighbors rallied around to check in and offer help. Food and goodies helped my husband with meal preparation. The most important gift however, has been the gift of time. I have been forced to allow time to slow down, receive from others, and heal.
Time to Heal
The healing time provided me the opportunity to go within and listen to my Spirit. Just as I tell attendees in my Love Never Dies Workshops, the only way we can open our hearts to our own Spirit’s insights is to take the time to slow down and listen.
After my surgery, I relaxed my body and mind by simply lighting a candle and breathing. This is an easy relaxation technique that we forget to do when life gets busy. A few minutes of quiet breathing throughout your day will go a long way. Trust me.
Despite my breathing regime, in the first few days post surgery my mind still wanted to control time. I found myself thinking ahead to when I would walk independently, drive my car, and sleep through the night. Worrying about the future is the exact opposite of being in the “now” with breathing. Regardless, I found myself falling back into old patterns.
Dream Visit Blessing
As I struggled with time, I was blessed with a beautiful dream visit from my father that reminded me how time was irrelevant.
In the dream, my family and I were meeting my dad for dinner. The roads were slick, and he had arrived at the restaurant before us and wondered why it took us so long to get there. (An earthly personality quirk!) As we were waiting for our table, he handed me his watch. I looked down and noticed this was not just any watch. Instead of hands and numbers to tell the time, there were only four large letters on the face of watch. The watch face simply read LOVE, with tiny little pink hearts around it. I looked to my dad, questioning his intent. He explained that LOVE is more important than TIME. He said there was no place for me to be, only to give and receive LOVE as I recovered from my surgery.
After sharing his watch and message with me, he took a seat at our table. His chair, however, was on a higher level than the rest of our chairs. As I walked back to ask the restaurant hostess about moving to a more level table, he was gone.
Our deceased loved ones are at our table, albeit at a higher level. They continue to offer us messages of hope and healing, always relevant to the life situation at hand. With an open heart and a willingness to believe in the unseen, you can also experience for yourself how love never dies.
What a beautiful message, Lisa. You are truly blessed.