I want to talk about core strength, glute development, and rotational power; safe and unemotional issues. However, some days I have to be less technical and more real. Not that I don't think those topics are important but my heart is not there at the moment. Right now my Pilates channels are blocked by the reality of suffering and sadness that exists. I am sure our 24 hour news sources and cyberspace connections often make experiences feel illogically personal but the truth is we all know close friends who are facing significant health concerns...moms, children, sisters. We read about them on Caring Bridge blogs and our own lives become transformed by their personal testimonies of courage and determination. These friends call our attention to the fact that what we consider "issues" worthy of anger, anxiety or self-pity pale in comparison to the life-changing battles many of our friends wage.
I confess I have made mountains out of mole-hills. I have created worrisome conflicts regarding work, home, family or relationships that absorb fleeting time. Sometimes I pretend that what I do is who I am when the reality is quite different. Who I am is what I do for others...not what I do in the name of work. Who I am is not in my work...who I am is in my life, in how I interact and care for others, in how I take time to appreciate the small things. And it is the small things which, ironically, turn out to be the most important things. Not the car that we drive, the house that we live in, the clothes that we wear, or our popularity matters now or fifty years from now. What does matter is loving and supporting our friends, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying with them, quite simply, caring matters.
I have to admit, I look forward to writing about Pilates and fitness---it makes sense to me and I am grateful it can serve as a vehicle to help people feel well. As much as I value my work however, I realize it is the people that touch my life that bring it value. When I read blogs from friends and families who share their fights and plead with us to appreciate the day to day I better appreciate life's sacredness. I am reminded that serving others is a blessing, being healthy and fit is a privilege, and taking the time to simply share who we are with each other is living.
I forced (for lack of a better word!) my kids to watch/listen to this song in Door County on Easter Sunday. Once they got beyond their general angst of being required to set aside their jelly beans and watch the video sermon I think they enjoyed it. The video is spiritual, it is heavy, not for everyone, but such is life some days. Thank you for reading!
I confess I have made mountains out of mole-hills. I have created worrisome conflicts regarding work, home, family or relationships that absorb fleeting time. Sometimes I pretend that what I do is who I am when the reality is quite different. Who I am is what I do for others...not what I do in the name of work. Who I am is not in my work...who I am is in my life, in how I interact and care for others, in how I take time to appreciate the small things. And it is the small things which, ironically, turn out to be the most important things. Not the car that we drive, the house that we live in, the clothes that we wear, or our popularity matters now or fifty years from now. What does matter is loving and supporting our friends, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying with them, quite simply, caring matters.
I have to admit, I look forward to writing about Pilates and fitness---it makes sense to me and I am grateful it can serve as a vehicle to help people feel well. As much as I value my work however, I realize it is the people that touch my life that bring it value. When I read blogs from friends and families who share their fights and plead with us to appreciate the day to day I better appreciate life's sacredness. I am reminded that serving others is a blessing, being healthy and fit is a privilege, and taking the time to simply share who we are with each other is living.
I forced (for lack of a better word!) my kids to watch/listen to this song in Door County on Easter Sunday. Once they got beyond their general angst of being required to set aside their jelly beans and watch the video sermon I think they enjoyed it. The video is spiritual, it is heavy, not for everyone, but such is life some days. Thank you for reading!