Monthly Archives: September 2011

“My mind rebels at stagnation…”

September has been a very quiet time for me. I don’t much care for it.

All regular classes related to Scatha Martial Arts have been put on hold for the foreseeable future, which will probably extend at least until the end of September. There is still the pending demonstration at the Victoria Steam Exhibition, though I am feeling a little nervous about that as well. I still feel like I should day-trip out there to do the demo that day, but I’m dubious as to how presentational I can be be with only two people. It is possible, of course, but I would have preferred to have actual students accompanying me.

The truth is (as far as I am officially aware) Scatha Martial Arts is just me – all by my lonesome.  There are no students, there are no regular classes, practices or workshops. Just little old me and the stuff I have in my head. I’m not saying that this is the end of everything, but it does mean that I am starting all over again. If I want to pursue this business further I need to go back to beginning and try and get an online presence again, as well as printing off advertisements and posting them up on every street corner. All very possible, but all things I haven’t done yet.

The summer is dwindling away, so the idea of trying to milk the last of the decent weather to try and resume outdoor classes seems more that a little late.  As far as SCG is concerned, the summer was pretty much wasted, and any opportunity I had has long since past. At the end of September I will decide what direction I want to take things, but for now I’m just… Living.

It is a strange feeling. Tuesday, once the constant hub of energetic practices, seems very empty now. I get up whenever I want, I make breakfast leisurely, then I just have the rest of the day open. I still take the time to work out  in one form or another for at least a few hours, but it feels so solitary and directionless. Holly and I still work through techniques sometimes, but the combination of a recent (and somewhat confusing) leg injury and a general decline in interest has left her somewhat dispassionate about martial arts.

The whole ronin, wandering martial artist thing sounds a lot more romantic that it actually is. When you don’t have a picturesque countryside to trek across whilst saving the innocent you pretty much just feel unemployed.

I solved some of my restlessness by making a nostalgic re-appearance to the open fight nights at Academie Duello. The reception I received when I showed up felt positive enough to encourage me to keep stopping by on Fridays. Doing so allows me to get my fencing fix at least, even though I do miss being able to fight with the unarmed Scatha system we came came up with. (Oh, the good old days of the 5x5s…) So at least this way I have an outlet for my pressing desire to fight people that doesn’t cost me anything and doesn’t involve throwing beer bottles at people in crowded bars.

I also did take some time off work to go camping for three days, which was very enjoyable. Alternately relaxing and hiking was a nice way to spend some time. I like making a fire every night, and I miss having a fireplace in which to do it at home. The trip also furthered my wild, crazy dream to someday retire to a self-sufficient farm where I can run long-term martial arts retreats and the like. That would be the life.

Someday….