Last day of First Baptist Church class

(This was written earlier and failed to post due to the internet gods, either that or squirrels eating the wire.)

Today was the last day of my First Baptist Church class. My friends (and students) got me a gift. A 1940's antique police night stick. (It's actually just the right size for the dan do form aka Mo ching do.) I put it up on my altar (my altar is a fusion altar more on that later)

What I wanted to blog about was that, on a whim, I decided last week that the final class I would teach Dai Do cherng


Kristen took hold of the spear (we only learned sticks) and something clicked. I mean everyone's basics have been getting better and better. But she was just able to do the moves right away.

I forgot about how invigorating it can be to do this stuff. I had fun watching them have fun.