I’ve been feeling stuck lately, which is different from lost. Stuck is here and nowhere else. I feel stuck because … blah blah blah … it’s not important, anyway. So I get lost, because that’s fun. If it’s not fun, then I’m stuck, and nothing really matters, so … I follow a small wooden sign… Continue reading Being Stuck, Getting Lost
(not-at-school.blogspot.com ) The Change … but not the one you probably expect. A great change has occured, one that has been slowly churning, a pace not unlike that by which the continents move. Underground, out of sight, these primal forces have been metamorphosing and recently they have cracked to the surface. The change is one… Continue reading Aikido Ikkyu Test: The Change
It is because I don’t fear you. Of course, in this time of peace, no violence will become, yet that weapon most dangerous is not of the physical. I ask you here. I call upon you. The reaction may be harsh. I didn’t mean to call upon you like this. A wolf in the wild.… Continue reading Moving On
(The first half of this is from a piece posted a few hours before, apologies for the reposting of info if you’ve already read this, but the second half is all new. Picture found at http://www.guardian.co.uk ) Today is my day off and I’m going to practice kyudo. This is a simple statement, but could… Continue reading Frustration and Healing with Kyudo
The stinging wound of failure, years scraping raw, finally form a callous. Regardless, I look forward to the next match. I will be victorious. From here in the forest night, in this muddy darkness, mosquitoes search for flesh. I wait for the sun, so I may challenge those in the light.
Why am I not as good as I was before? That’s where this whole conversation starts. In kyudo, sometimes you hit the target, and sometimes you don’t. Why? Why not? This is the essence of kyudo. There’s a lot of talk in kyudo that hitting the target is not most important. I will confirm… Continue reading Concentration in Kyudo
These white clouds seen by my own, that is real. No imitated saying, nor stolen analogy. It’s so real I can’t hide behind anything, scream up into the sky. Shoot it into the sky far and wide, exploding from an expansion inside. This is my dream and it’s so real it stings. No one wants to talk… Continue reading My Dream