Recovering The SelfA Journal of Hope and Healing


Inspirational Musings: Insights Through Healing

The following excerpt comes from the book Inspirational Musings: Insights Through Healing by Barbara Sinor, PhD.

In the winter of 2018, many storms visited the small county where I live. The most obvious storm for me was falling and fracturing my left hip. It was a harrowing experience for me as you can imagine; and the event became an emergent situation for many weeks. I have journeyed through past emergencies and daunting situations several times in my life, but this one was different—it became a major learning experience for me. Our life journeys can sway our thoughts and emotions in directions and paths unknown. Our journeys can bring us joy and love, and also pain and fear. Fracturing my hip filled my being with apprehension, fear, guilt, self-doubt, and other feelings I had to maneuver until I understood the lessons they brought me.

Held firmly in my mind, I knew my physical trauma was only a piece of the puzzle which needed to mend as my hip took time to heal. As I have done throughout my life, I relied on my spiritual aware­ness and beliefs to guide me through the field of emotions. During the following months, I learned to live more completely in the moment than I had ever done in my life. While lying on my hard cold hospital bed, I chose to re-read about mindfulness and letting go of control. Reading my favorite poems and search­ing for new ones, I learned that complete stillness can bring an inner awareness to cleanse the mirror of doubt. I learned that letting go of control can be a refreshing gift to oneself, and being centered in each present moment allows the Divine to gently touch our soul.

Sitting in my bed, and later in a wheelchair, I clutched a purple pen and matching Journal a dear friend had brought me. It was then that I became aware of words sweeping through my mind. The Journal pages were perfectly lined which made it easy to focus on jotting down my emotions, fears, discomforts, questions, and my spiritual lessons and insights. Each day I would write a little, even if only a sentence or two. Soon, I was writing for long periods of time sitting at a small table next to a lonely window with saggy gold curtains. My daytime con­sisted of hours of physical therapy, seeing visitors, resting, and writing in my Journal. I was in the rehabilitation facility for an entire month. My musings and insights arrived daily to help me adjust to my new environment and kept me from forming negative thoughts of depression or giving up that can takeover when one is confined.

My hip has healed nicely six months post-surgery, and I am happy to be able to present you with this booklet. I offer you these personal musings written in my Journal. It is for all those souls going through any type of healing from an injury or surgery, addiction recovery, or an event or emotional trauma to gain self-knowledge, insight, and strength on their own personal journey through life.

A compassionate person is one who understands what you are going through, and rather than joining with you in your suffering and fear, sees for you the lesson, the blessing, and the victory at the end.

It takes vision to be compassionate.

~Iyanla Vanzant


My Higher-Self asked me to write…

“Write for yourself. Write for relief. Write because you have much to say.”

I asked, “But how do I begin?”

She spoke, “Place a pen in your hand and allow your thoughts their freedom.”

And so I wrote. I have written so many pages, sometimes I think I’ve wasted an entire tree!

Once, while I was writing, she asked me to explain my pain. “Where does your pain come from, and where does it go?”

“Is there a reason I should know these things?” I asked in reply.

“If you begin to understand your own pain, you will recognize it in others:

This is Compassion.”

Even in high school, I was told I had compassion for others. I assumed that meant I had a talent for listening, because many of my friends would share their problems with me. Even back then, I imagined I was destined to become a counselor. Then, as Life experienced me, I realized listening was not what was needed to be a good friend, or counselor. One can listen with deaf ears.

To be a genuine friend requires the ability to be able to hear with one’s heart:

This is the Treasure of Compassion.

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