A beginner has a wide open field. A beginner has a wide open mind. A beginner has all the advantage of not being an expert. A well established way confines an expert to his rituals. When
his well beaten track finds no fruit, he has no expertise venturing in the wild.
The beginner begins in the thicket. He holds his machete firmly, ambition felling branches and clearing tracks this way and there. He has no rhythms, his limbs try everything. Some strokes fall brilliantly others hit a dull edge. Again he strives, pushing forth again and again. Will he keep up the fight? Will he keep pushing in the dark? The expert has a map and a compass, the beginner only the latter. But his woods has no trails, he must form
new ones. The only way is to keep trying. Trying and trying and trying. Some beginners have fun with the challenge. They relish the uncertainty, the challenges of incompetence, trusting their limbs to hone themselves over time. Practice and practice, he loves his practice, he is free. He is not an expert. He has no rules no customs or tracks. Truth can pour, dimly and dumb but purely unbridled. One day he will be an expert. An expert of the woods, not a well beaten path. But how is that possible?
Maybe the beginner has only his beginning to be a beginner. As his limbs grow strong and strides certain in step, a certain way will form, a way unique to his soul. He’ll look back down the road, to the wild woods that started it all and fondly reminisce the crazy swinging that started it all.