I’ve been in denial about my beloved staff. It’s time to give up the ghost. I must replace it as soon as possible.
I aggravated my shoulder twice last night when I abruptly clenched my hand and arm to keep the former from sliding across the splintered section of wood on my staff. I don’t know who I was kidding when I said the missing chunk wouldn’t interfere with the hand slides. Maybe I was just tired at the end of training and not executing properly when I imagined I wouldn’t get splinters from the break. But reality is now here. And reality bites.
My attachment to my weapons is obviously strong, and I’m not alone in that phenomenon in the martial arts world. The better we get at our weapons forms, the more it feels like the object itself is its own actor in our performance, capable of doing powerful and beautiful things in anyone’s hand, because IT is so cool. While there’s inevitable joy in starting over with an improved version (the first of any of kind of weapon is rarely the best fit, even after getting used to it), there’s still some grief in retiring a partner earlier than planned.
Ah, well. One of the few guarantees in life is that everything changes. Truth be told, this change should be a good one.