Slow Forward - Day 9 - Stage 3, Bargaining
The week prior to my knee replacement surgery, my knee stopped hurting. Completely. What was going on? Apparently, all the pre-PT I’d done was working. My legs were strong, my muscles toned. And now,...
Slow Forward Day 8 - Forced Slowdown
I consider myself a creative educator. Every facet of my career as a music classroom teacher, piano teacher, Alexander Technique teacher, musician or dance leader has been based on creative and artistic...
Slow Forward Day 7 - Wild Heart
Every Monday I receive a reading from Jenny Heston, a lovely Tarot reader up in British Columbia. Jenny posts 3 cards from one of her many decks. She includes an intention to consider for the week along...
Slow Forward Day 6 - The Joy of Dance
I love dancing like I love my life. I love music, too – but that’s my career. Dance has always been what I’ve done for the sheer joy of it. Dance makes me feel alive. When I dance, the world is in total...
Slow Forward Day 5 - Pinewoods Family Week 2006
Family Week at Pinewoods 2006 Camp Director’s Report What do you get when you add together record-breaking hot temperatures, low camp attendance, a downpour in the middle of the Friday parade and a camp...
Slow Forward Day 4 - Trusting Recovery
When my daughter was little, she walked on her toes. Every time she’d grow, up she’d go. Anne pausing to kiss Grandpa while serving as a flower girl at her other Grandad's wedding. I started asking...
Slow Forward Day 3 - You Can Have It All!
It was a heady time to be a young woman. The Equal Rights Amendment was in play, and all the work our feminist aunts and older sisters had done to get women into the men’s workplace was ours for the taking....
Slow Forward Day 2 - The Eastern Shore of Maryland
The Eastern Shore of Maryland is one of the most deceptively cruel places to ride a bike in the United States. Lovely back roads wind their way through sun-baked farms. Large trees near the road are...
Slow Forward Day 1 - Spatchcock
When I was a young child, there was an expectation that I’d spend at least part of every day being bored. I was an only, my mother had her own work around the house to do. She didn’t drive, we didn’t...
Why Slow Forward?
The year of "slow forward" began in late February 2022. Dave and I were walking down the driveway, as we do in any ordinary day, when suddenly I stepped on a pinecone and felt my leg go out from under...