The other night at class Sensei came in and looked pretty normal to me. He gave a short greeting, got changed, and started stretching. On Saturday nights our aikido group shares a already too-small dojo space with a karate class. Over the past three years, that class has been pretty small. They have their own… Continue reading I Like Sensei When He’s Angry
I think in images. They are followed by feelings. This is largely how I make decisions in my life. As a young boy, I was a drawer. Of all the childhood activities that were scattered through my time, it was putting a pencil to blank white paper where I practiced with the most enthusiasm. I… Continue reading the "Art" in "Martial Arts": Part One of Many
Well, a lot of kyudo people do this by paying lots of cash for gear. Like me! So much to say. So little time. I got an off-shade of red because they looked the coolest and they reminded me of the red hair that demons have in Japanese stories. Also it’s probably the least likely… Continue reading How Do You Commit To Your Art?
I’m on the quest for the Holy Grail, but no one really cares about that goal. As if one day I’ll finally have it, but no one will care. But as a matter of fact, there’s a lot of different holy grails I’m after, more than there’s time for. The one I really love.… Continue reading There’s Fungus on my Tree
Aikido, relaxation upon the form of the spine and situation Kyudo, tension built to explode the World, myriad chaos manifestations Me, a malleable entity instantaneously constructing form around all else Islands we see. There’s still the ocean connecting it all … and the sky … and the clouds … and everything else. Budo… Continue reading Relaxation, Tension, Chaos, Me