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?
Today I’m meeting some Zoom classmates for the first time in real life. And it’s all in a good cause.
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
I’ve reconnected with the sport I love and thought I wouldn’t be able to do again. It feels great.
To err is human, to forgive divine. And to be applauded for mistakes and wobbles, well that’s another thing altogether.
People who need people, sang Barbra Streisand, are the luckiest people in the world. My social networks – real and digital – keep my neural networks sharp and focused.
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.