My back, in this past month, has demanded that I slow down.
While this takes me away from my routines, forces me to abandon interests, and causes discomfort... there are lessons to be learned.
I'm destination oriented. I want to get to that destination as quickly and efficiently as possible, be the destination achieved by walking or working or thinking. The simplest of these, walking, cannot, per my back's dictates, be rushed. And so as I walk, I walk slowly. I find myself having to force myself to slow down every ten to fifteen steps. In other words, going slow requires a conscious effort, for it is not my habit. But when you walk slowly, you have time to notice the sun, the birds, the smells; that it's June. That the year is 2016. All good things to be aware of; all important things which are lost to me when I'm focused on my destination.
I cannot lean to one side. I cannot bend over to pick up something dropped. I must squat (slowly- see above) to retrieve. My balance must be centered both left and right and fore and aft. Within these constraints, however, I'm incredibly flexible. The proper golf swing serendipitously required just these things: being and staying centered and balanced, within which you execute acrobatic feats of flexibility. So my bad back is great for understanding the golf swing.
The glass is half-full, my friends.