Six months ago, I enrolled in a course in martial arts weapons at the studio my daughters study at. Now, this probably falls into the category of 'what was I thinking?', but at the age of forty [cough] something I am now committed to learning the art of martial arts weaponry and the pursuit of a black belt certificate; 9 weapons over a period of 18 months, all challenging in their own way.
Having attained proficiency in two weapons over the past 6 months, I'm now on the third. During that time, I've been bruised several times, smacked in various parts of the body multiple times-mostly by myself, made new friends, developed a new appreciation for Ben Gay and learned to laugh at myself.
Why am I doing this? Partly because I've always had an interest in martial arts which has only increased while watching my daughters progress through the belt ranks over the past 5 years but mostly because I felt led to; a still, quiet voice that said, 'you need to do this'. Now that I've been at this for a while, I'm discovering that there are parrallels between physical warfare and spiritual warfare and this will be the focus of my blog for now.
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