You know ever since I moved here to Washington I wanted to find someone who did Pilates. After I injured my back doing yoga, while training to be a yoga teacher, I took up Pilates. And I was religious about it and in really good shape back then living in Texas.
I couldn’t find Pilates in my hometown out here. Over time, I gradually gave up exercise period. I’m at the grocery store yesterday and now they have these advertisements on the carts and there’s one for Pilates. I call the number and she’s right here in my little itty bitty town. She has all the equipment (I hate mat only Pilates) and does it out of her home for a third less of what I used to pay, and wait there’s more — she only does private sessions (I don’t like group Pilates either). Who knew?
So today I pull an angel card and it’s a message to get back into exercise. What kind of an angel says this?? The Pilates angel? Too funny and yet so affirming.
We are heard, held, nourished always. Whatever is right for us in the moment, it’s always there and available.
I have a home made well being card that reads: maybe love is waiting at the end of every road. Never mind at the end of every road – love is here right now (Pilates angels, too). And, I would add, there’s no maybes about it.
“There are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~Albert Einstein