08/24/2026
Last night I stopped carrying my traditional wood stick as a reminder of what this game means and started asking what it would mean to actually be in relationship with it.
I’ve taught with this stick and carried it into a lot of spaces, but when it was time to play, I still reached for my modern stick because I knew it. Last night I played the whole game with my traditional wood stick, and I realized quickly that choosing it is only the beginning.
I have to learn it. Understand the pocket and release. Adjust it. Work it in. Throw with it, catch with it, miss with it and keep coming back to it. I have to learn what the stick is asking from me instead of expecting it to immediately do what I want.
That feels like relationship to me. You don’t build relationship by simply possessing something or knowing what it represents. You build it through time, attention and practice.
I keep coming back to this: I play to play.
Playing with wood made me slow down. I wasn’t as clean or comfortable, but there was something good about that. Something nourishing about being willing to learn again.
So I’m going to keep playing with my woodie. Keep adjusting it. Keep learning it. Keep building relationship with it.
I don’t want to just carry the reminder. I want to live in relationship with it.
Play to Play.