Spirit Has a Sense of Humour
I had some minor surgery a few days ago and I just wanted to share a couple of highlights of that experience…
We’ve paid into medical insurance for many years and it was nice to be able to capitalise on that, because it meant that when I found out I needed the surgery I was able to schedule it so that I could fit in a quick trip to Auckland to do some crystal shopping, because I figured it could be some time before I’d be able to handle an intensive shopping trip like that again. And then of course I needed to be able to process all the gorgeous treasure, and while I didn’t manage to get through it all, I got through enough.
I walked into my room at the hospital on Tuesday morning naturally feeling a little nervous, and one of the first things I noticed was a picture of a Tui on the wall. That was significant for me because one of my best friends, my brother Steve, passed away on the 30th October last year, and I had asked him to send me a Tui. I won’t go into that too much now, as there’s a whole other story around Steve and signs that I’ll share one day.
So, I saw the Tui and felt myself relax because I knew he was there watching over me. I got into my gown and sat in bed waiting to be taken to theatre. I had some relaxing music playing and did a little shopping (as you do) to fill the time. Trade Me was a great distraction and I bought some much needed gram scales because Moldavite doesn’t even register on our other scales. I also bought a small display unit that I thought might be good for crystals or jewellery, and then shut the computer down because I could see myself getting carried away. It can be a bit like being in a candy store (or Inspire Me LOL).
As they wheeled me down to theatre I asked Steve and the rest of my Spirit Family to watch over me and guide the hands of the Surgical Team.
And just a wee aside here…
I was referred to a female surgeon and when Peter and I went for the initial consultation, I knew she was the ‘right one’, because she looked at me and said “Do you work at the crystal shop? I love that shop.” 😊 I love it that the Universe sets things up perfectly and then gives us signs to show how clever they’ve been. And I really love it that I recognise these signs more and more as I allow myself to open up.
Back to the hospital…
I lay in theatre as they prepped me, and then before I knew it I was waking up in Recovery to the sound of a very old favourite playing in the background. Dopey as I was it got my attention straight away, because it was Procol Harem’s ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’, one of my funeral songs.
I immediately felt Steve’s hand in the choice of this song and chuckled to myself at his wonderful sense of humour. A Whiter Shade of Pale has been one of my favourite songs since I was a teenager, although I didn’t hear it for many years, rediscovering it on You Tube a few years ago.
So here I was lying in recovery listening to one of my funeral songs, quietly chuckling to myself and enjoying Steve’s sense of humour. This was the man who had ‘Funeral For a Friend’ playing at his first wedding. I love it that we don’t seem to lose our sense of humour when we pass over, because Steve sure as hell hasn’t.
I have a few songs selected for my funeral when the time comes, although I’m not feeling ready to pop my clogs yet, I have far too much to do. In fact, the list is getting so big my funeral is starting to look more like a concert, which doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me…
Namaste
Michelle
