Balance Exercise Fun Music Neuroplasticity
Hell’s Bells
When I said I was going to have a go at steam punk Morris dancing, people thought it was an April Fool joke. But it ticks all my boxes for neuroplastic exercise. Who’s the fool now?
When I said I was going to have a go at steam punk Morris dancing, people thought it was an April Fool joke. But it ticks all my boxes for neuroplastic exercise. Who’s the fool now?
I’m always searching for new, fun ways to create that ‘magic hour’ in which I forget I have Parkinson’s. Last week was no exception as I set foot into the world of West African drumming.
Today I’m meeting some Zoom classmates for the first time in real life. And it’s all in a good cause.
Several times a day I wobble but stay upright. These ‘magic moments’ may look alarming, but I celebrate each one of them as a fall I’ve prevented.
Well that’s it, folks – my three score years and ten are up and my legs don’t work like they used to before. But I still only feel about twenty-three.
If I’m struggling with something, do you step in to help? Or are you afraid you’ll undermine my independence and skill? I say, step right in.
If you can meet with Triumph and Dysarthria, and treat those two impostors just the same … why speech therapy and singing are so helpful in the early stages of a Parkinson’s diagnosis.
Are you ready to rumble today? To go fly a kite, or do the Time Warp again? Whatever you choose, I challenge you to say ‘Let’s…’ to at least one other person.