(cool pic found at http://educarneiro.blogspot.jp/2010/10/cold-samurai.html) Today I rode to the dojo planning to tell sensei that I was going to stop iaido. As I rode up to the dojo I saw his silhouette swinging the sword and flowers flooded my mind. My courage wavered and when I walked in and said goodmorning I didn’t want… Continue reading Can’t Put Down the Sword
Budo. This is a word I use more than any other in my blog. It’s what I believe it is that I’m doing when I practice various disparate arts. It’s the connection between everything. It’s the reason. It’s what I seek. I feel like it is the best word to describe what I do, and… Continue reading Talking With My Iai Sensei: Difference between "Jutsu" and "Do"
Seen from the sky with crystal perfection, stuck in the dirt, we are the just the same, and yet, there is a line. There is a spark and we CAN see the difference. I’m not supposed to be here. I’ve done this before. I graduated a long time ago. Today I’ll make things right. Advertisements
So many flowers. I don’t have time for them all. So many bees, so busy busy. In great numbers the mind is broken and our parts just start moving on their own. I dream of one flower, and the space to be with it. We’re all just ghosts, and… Continue reading So Many Bees
(pic found at http://blogs.yahoo.co.jp/don_babacho2002/9927771.html) Improving the ability to empty on demand, little hesitation to spill what’s given to fill up with something better. For a guarantee I’ll spill anything I already have. Calculating gains I wake up already with a cup full of crimson desire, this hungry blood infection. Give me give me give… Continue reading I Am Not an Empty Cup