The room that I most loved at Marjorie Barstow’s* house was her study. There was a fireplace in the corner with tiles around it. Enclosed bookshelves. Dolls. The telephone that she most often used. And a revolving wagon wheel glass-covered coffee table with many many magazines on it. There were magazines about things that we knew Marj was interested in—horses, ranching, dolls. And each year we also noticed new magazines—new topics, some surprising. It was perhaps the first time that I consciously recognized someone choosing to challenge herself with new topics and ideas. We might call it adult neuroplasticity now. *(Marj is the woman who introduced me to the Alexander Technique and with whom I learned to teach. She was the first graduate of F.M. Alexander’s first teacher training course.)
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