Two hours of aikido tonight and my mood has drastically changed for the better. I've been moody. Crying. Sad and silly. Tonight I was tossed about and maybe that knocked some sense into me. Or got my endorphins going.
Watching Sato Sensei demonstrate, I started to feel myself turn all poetical. I thought, tai sabaki is practicing the same pattern over and over again...like love...
You reach for someone, they deflect, they block, they turn you around, spin you on your axis then toss you.
You get up. Go at it again. Maybe believing that the more you fall, the more tenderized your heart will be. Or perhaps because your body is dumb. Or is it your heart, that learns so slow...?
Then, the tables turn. Someone reaches for you. You deflect them, you block, you turn them around, spin them on their axis then toss them away.
Over and over, until the technique changes. Some fancy switch-o-change-o of hands behind your back. Some jazzy snazzy magic thing. You do it over and over just because you like the feeling that you can.
Hmmm....
Then another change. Not so easy. Everything changes when there's a weapon in someone's hand. Or does it? The stakes seem to change. Life is more serious. Life is precious. Take things slower now. Pay more attention.
How silly that a wooden sword or staff should seem so scary. A heart is vastly more frightening, either way.
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