I fenced for 5 years (foil), trained by 2 great Maître d'Armes. And then, in 1986, I stopped. Now, after more than 2 decades of whirlwind, at age 50, I have been bitten by the bug again. My 12 year old daughter took up fencing at her school, and I went to see how she was doing. I met the instructor, he has a small friendly club, would I like to join? Well, why not; it's been a long time, but let's give it a try. And BAM! The moves, the sounds, the etiquette, the weapons, the lessons, the exercises, the study, the practice, the bouts, ah the bouts! This sacred and unique privilege of legitimately (and safely) going at another human being with blade in hand - all that reentered the inner place it used to dwell in my mind but had been vacated from by other existential tenants. Flooding me with all those dormant reflexes, in thought as in action, invading, hell - rudely intruding every aspect of my daily activities (have you ever realized that paying with a dollar bill taken from your wallet will most often require that your right hand goes from pronation to supination? - that is the kind of nonsense I have to live with now), and reactivating a whole lot of what was once my twenties. It's totally irrational, like falling in love, a form of mental, emotional, physical possession. And I'm in again. Deep...
Sorry about that.
I guess I was just trying to say hello, I'm new to this forum, I fenced a long time ago and now I'm back at it. I'm afraid I don't have much to contribute but I'll be around often, gathering lore to feed my phoenix sword.