This week, I got my sword from Kuk Sool Won, the privilege of the Dahn Bo Nim. I was so excited, until I had to do Sword Meditation #1 for twenty minutes from a kneeling position. I thought my bad knee (left) and bad ankle (right) were going to snap off. Plus, it apparently takes all kinds of back muscles that are missing in my anatomy.
Still, it’s pretty. I especially love the handmade silk bag that a friend from the dojang made for me.
Feeling Texas-woman dangerous: feminine and lethal.
