A Slow Nurse

Last night during a much-needed soak in the hot tub at Bear Creek Lodge my solitude was pleasantly disrupted by a six-year-old fellow lodger. Amidst technical debates over water-gun engineering and musings on the existential dilemma of needing two hands to add up one’s age, my new friend proudly announced, “And I just finished ski school….. I can do the “pizza!”

Ah yes, I thought, the ol’ snow-plow technique (that is, forming a wedge or pizza-shape with one’s skis to slow and control one’s descent down the mountain). I imagined the old familiar sensation with a smile. After the young man left for dinner with his family, I still could not shake the image of the snow-plowing skier from my mind. I have not skied in years, but… it was then I realized that I have been living with the sensation of digging in my heels all throughout my previous… Continue reading →