Finding out what is precious to you
Last night at dinner, we were talking about losing things and losing interest in things. I was telling about how when I left my first husband I was living in an apartment on General Pershing uptown and I had put all the precious dishes and serving ware that I had collected or received through our five year marriage into cabinets over the sink. I came home one day to find that the cabinets had fallen off the wall and everything was smashed to smithereens. Since then I don’t own anything precious by way of dishes. Not that my dishes or glasses or vases aren’t nice, or that I don’t like them, but every piece I have is expendable.
A friend sitting at dinner lost everything in Katrina and we talked about how when I lost my clothes in Croatia, that it has made me not care about those things either. She said she knows – pointing to her tee shirt and jeans, she said she hasn’t been able to care about clothes since then.
Earlier at Pilates, I was talking to my duet partner who was feeling low about how Gustav among other things was weighing on everyone. She said she had been reading about how most illnesses are manifestations of emotional or mental states. I told her about my back pain, which came about from stress that I wasn’t articulating.
When we got on the reformers to start our class, the teacher asked us how we were feeling. My partner said, not too good. And I said, well, I feel blessed to have this body, to have my health, and I’m ready to bliss out on Pilates.
The mood changed in the room. My partner said she felt better instantly. And so we did, we blissed out on Pilates and how strong and precious our mind and bodies are. These are the factors in life that are not expendable.