My Old Hip
The other day I lay on my bed and felt an outpouring of love for my right hip; the one that has the bone on bone arthritis. There was no blame, fear or shame. I just felt how day in and day out this old hip has been tirelessly working to support me, and allow me to go wherever I wanted to. I knew that I had taken it for granted, put on more weight around the middle than was good for it, and bombarded it with emotional stresses; yet it just continued doing what it came here to do. I felt a tenderness beyond words for this loyal friend who has tried so hard to help me when I haven’t always helped myself.