Yesterday I went to the nearby archery range. I use the term "nearby" loosely by the way. I was a bit late thanks to traffic but was able to ask my questions and learn about the association that runs and uses the range. While I could not join right then (after all, I do not have any equipment and I lost my job so I have to save), I WAS able to shoot, borrowing the equipment from the very lady who gave the tour.
Another man who was a member gave me some pointers (read: basically a free lesson 0-0 ) and we found that I'm a pretty good shot. I haven't touched a boy in over a decade and back then I was using the bows for children to play with. But despite that I hit the ring just around the bull's eye. Almost every time. I must have shot 2 dozen times and I hit that area every time.
The range also was in the woods. The association works with the local conservation park and leases a small portion of their land to use for the range. I felt very calm there. I didn't worry about the time whatsoever. Even though my arms are weak and I have a slight bruise on my middle finger, I'm very happy. I could feel the Twins quietly watching and assessing me. Or rather, I felt it near the very end. It's hard to describe it; it's not a feeling of someone watching you like others have said (at least for me). It's almost like an intrinsic knowledge that seeps into your mind that They are there.
I'm planning once I have a job once more and cash flowing to buy what I need and go twice a month to honor Them. But also because I really do love it~! I plan to use a recursive bow (not a compound) and will probably paint it metallic silver with golden designs of arrows, butterflies and feathers.
