I have been doing lots of moshekiyei (forgive the spelling) this week--shifting hand position on a staff or bo over and over and over. With the repetitions, my body is gradually getting the hang of it. Some thoughts from practice:

No decision is static. Continual shifts in balance lead to a need for flexibility with decisions.

Ego gets in the way of friendship. [I dropped one end of my bo. I literally let my friend down. I stopped to remember what I had been thinking about when I dropped it. I'm afraid I was thinking about my own (ha!) arm strength.]

When your friend hurts, you feel it too. The bo reverberates when it falls--and my bones seem to reverberate with it.