Open. That’s it. I was reading an interview of a martial artist who was asked about a particular phrase that rings true with his practice, or something like that, and so it got me thinking about my own. I couldn’t think of a catchy one off the top of my head, or anything that really… Continue reading Open
The human and the animal mind. “Thinking” and “reacting.” In kyudo there is a lot of talk about meaning and theory. The questions we ask are based upon a lot of “why”s and “how”s. “Why do we do this movement?” “How does this activity affect my life?” These types of questions are important to kyudo,… Continue reading The Human and Animal Mind in Kyudo
Yesterday marked my second visit with A-Sensei which was another valuable training session that has overflowed my mind with techniques that revolutionize my shooting. I’ll list them here and go over them briefly mostly just so I don’t forget them. Perhaps you can glean some diamonds of your own from these notes. I’d love to… Continue reading 2nd Meeting with A-Sensei
I eat the fear. Like stalks of cedar, my legs plant into this earth and my eyes see. Unless you believe in shooting, No … You don’t shoot because you Want to. Have to. No. Shoot. There is a place I belong and it is not here. Eat the fear.
A Bruce Lee quote has been ringing in my head for the past couple months: “Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” It gives me strength, and not only the courage, but interest in meeting the challenges of my life. There are millions of pitfalls to… Continue reading Overcoming Adversity
In slightly more technical terms, the tatesen (vertical line) is in your ashibumi (stance). I’ve been having trouble with my tatesen lately, trying to raise my uchiokoshi high enough, stretch my spine upwards, and effectively use my feet. So how do you use your feet in kyudo? A long time ago a teacher once told… Continue reading The Vertical Line is in your Feet
How can we possibly expect to pull the bow the same way every time? How can we possibly expect to keep just pulling the bow exactly how we want to? How can we possibly expect this mountain to only go straight up? We are beings of the world, melted by the sun, frozen by the… Continue reading Lost on the Path: It’s Art