Friday, August 30, 2013
Shinobu 忍ぶ: Patience
So I asked my kyudo sensei what I'm supposed to do in the draw just before I shoot, and he answered 忍ぶ (shinobu).
If you notice one thing about kyudo, it's that you hold the draw position (会, kai) for a pretty long time, about 8 seconds. For a lot of beginners, or maybe even well-seasoned practitioners, that 8 seconds can last a really long time to stand there holding the bow at full draw. In fact, your arms are probably shaking from the pressure and in your head you may have already finished and want to start the next arrow. This summer during my trip home, I tried archery for the first time and was totally shocked at the lack of time you hold the draw. I found best success actually when I pulled and immediately released. But in kyudo that definitely won't fly.
So you hold the draw for about 8 seconds. In that time you're very slowly breathing out ... very very slowly ... through your nose. You're also looking at the target, and just that with your eyes; not blinking, not thinking, just looking. You're also spreading your arms apart from the chest. This is in fact probably the best answer to the question of: "What are you doing in the draw?" You're spreading your arms apart, from the joints in the shoulders, from the center of your chest and your whole being extending towards the target and equally away with the other arm, as you're also stretching upwards and downwards from your spine.
But ...
what the hell are you really doing in that 8 seconds?
My sensei read my question exactly as I meant it (the wonders of a good teacher/student connection), and he said: "忍ぶ, shinobu".
忍ぶ translates as roughly as "to be able to stand...", "put up with...", "to endure ...", and also "to hide."
For all of those kanji nerds out there, you probably noticed that the character 忍 also means "ninja." When I talked to sensei about this, he said they shared the same kanji, but what he meant by 忍ぶ wasn't exactly connected to ninja.
There is a more commonly used word in Japanese that has the exact same translated meaning as 忍ぶ, and that is 我慢 (gaman). At face value, or literal translation, I don't see a difference between the two words. However, I do in fact sense a deep difference. At my level of Japanese (or arguably anybody's level of any language) is largely intuitive. I listen to the words, hear how often they are used, see who uses them, look at the kanji, and infer my own meaning from the experience of the word. Perhaps there is an exact and very specific and literal difference between the words shinobu, and gaman, but all I can do here is make the best intuitive guess I can.
Sensei said one must "shinobu" in the draw. I looked up the word in my dictionary and saw "patience", and asked him in Japanese:
"Is it like being able to wait until whenever? Is it like gaman, being able to put up with anything?"
"Well, yeah but ... it's also about putting up with a lot of pain. Even if it hurts, you shinobu. Even if you don't to, you shinobu. No matter what, being able to "shinobu" is important."
Sensei mentioned pain, but he's not some kind of masochistic freak that thinks pain is necessary for progress. I don't think this is a conversation he can have easily with all students. I think many would be turned away from the pain, or others would start training until everything hurt. The everyday practice of kyudo is different from this. It shouldn't be painful. But, perhaps this is where the deep cords of kyudo hang down far into the abyss of budo. Down at the very bottom where it is black and we deal with issues ignored in our daily life. Down in a very real place we exist as spirit, where decisions are matters of life and death, and where we must take full accountability for our lives while accepting the void.
To be aware of 忍ぶ, is to walk at the bottom of the kyudo ocean.
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Back to Japan
I'm back!
What a trip.
Beloved family. Friends as close as family. Showing my origins to the girl of my life. Exploring the lakes and forests and mountains and towns of my youth.
Shooting bows and arrows and drinking beer around a campfire with fellow dojo rats. (Maybe a picture or two will show up soon).
After that giant whirlwind of a little less than two weeks, just when I was getting used to it again, I found myself again flying in a gargantuan machine across the sea. Now I'm back in Japan, and it's very strange. I find myself falling back into the unconscious steps I've made hundreds of times before, but my mind is off. A lot of stereotypical complaints about Japan are coming up for the first time in years: so many people, cold interactions, staring at foreigners, students not speaking English in class. But then I guess it was the same when I arrived on American soil for the first time in a year and a half. Giant people in the shape of bugs, carrying Starbucks coffees the size of my carry-on. People standing in the way of everything shouting at each other through phones.
These are all generalizations of course, but with the immediate shift of realities this is what I see.
We find the weirdest times to look on the brightside of things. Now that I'm back, I'm in awe of the beauty of that home where I was raised. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Each dear friend has an individual world and style of their own. People live for a high quality of life. And I have the best family in the world.
But now I'm back in Japan. I feel as though I've changed a great deal, but this place is the same. The day I returned Japan was experiencing record high temperatures, about 105 degrees fahrenheit and super humid. For the past couple days it's cooled down and enormous amounts of rain have poured from the heavens. Now the pavement reeks of birdshit, dropped by the masses of crows.
I'm back, and nothing has changed.
Why is that? I've had this great break and all of the epiphanies, and yet this unchanged world is pulling me, dragging me back down to where I was. I can actually feel myself slipping back into the cracks far below. What the hell? I've changed!
Why? Why is my mind reverting back to the cave?
Things are amiss, and it's time to get hands-on.
But not without relaxing, and giving each moment the mind deserved. That's what I saw at home.
I love stepping back and looking at it all from afar. I love the great patterns and realizations . I like planning and getting motivated to begin. When we escape our patterns we can better evaluate what is important and what's not. This is the real beauty of a vacation. We all really do need vacations.
Looking at myself in Japan, it seems to have lost a lot of color. Going through my life without thinking or passion. Sure I'm thinking, but it's way too much, obsessed. Sure I've been in rage, but that's not passion, just confusion. I've just been putting my body through motions to satsify the Plan.
So being home, I've realized a few things.
The first big realization was that I'm trying to do way too much here.
Two years ago when I decided to stay in Japan, moved to Toyama City and started working for my current job, I decided to do everything I wanted. Since then I've been planning and running and building and amassing.
Now I'm living with a 20 headed monster in my tiny apartment.
I have to remember, this is what I wanted.
I thought that I would build it all up, see what happens, and move.
But I haven't been able to see. I've just been overwhelmed and consumed. Instead of focusing on one at a time, I've been scattered between them all, they have become terrifying and impossible.
Basically, I can't do it all.
I suppose a big part of it is in the mind. By just changing my perspective and not wasting thoughts in unneccessary places, I can save a lot of time. And yet, it's not enough, because I'm doing too much.
Something has to die.
Surveying my activities, I find that a lot of it is really not what I want, or at least, not like this.
I love many things about Toyama Prefecture, mostly the mountains and small towns, but I don't like living in Toyama City. I don't like my apartment. Aikido is fucked because I do it at such a rate it's just a tease. I'm battling through kyudo with scar tissue in my thumb. My Japanese study is slow and numb. I'm tired of my job and want to try something new. I want to write more.
I want to write more. I'm finding good places in my head and a small forest path is opening. I want to go down there as far as I desire.
I want to get better at Japanese. I've been here long enough, I've had the resources, I've reached a certain level, but it's not enough. This is something that won't grow without focused effort. That is another place I want to put my time.
As for martial arts, I believe they are necessary for me, like some food I need to survive. However, it is not the main focus of my life, and never will be. It is necessary, but not dominant. So I will treat it as such. Martial arts are my spiritual food, training my body and concentration, making me happy, allowing me to adventure in the world and introducing me to amazing people. But I believe it will be the Japanese language and writing that will carry me into the future.
This is what I feel right now.
Writing is a honing of the mind, complete freedom, indulgence in the imagination. It is indeed much mightier than the sword, and I feel like I belong with the pen.
So I will make martial arts small, like a whisper, like a wonderful meal. It is my great training, but really just a part of the whole.
Now, I'm carefully stepping through my life, looking at it all, feeling, and then deciding how to move. I will gently unravel this knot I've created, plan for the move to Kyushu that will happen as soon as winter. We'll see how it goes. This is the new plan.
Thank you America, but it's not just that. Thank you home. But more so, thank you people, family, friends and unknowns. Thank you universe, for giving healthy doses of hope and despair in necessary quantities.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Goin Home!
Going back home to the great U.S.A. tomorrow! For two weeks. So instead of posting on the blog, teaching English, going to the dojos ... I'll be with family and friends, drinking high quality beer, and hanging out at the lakes.
As for a few notes:
We learn much more when we lose, drowned in the experience, we can see the other side, and all that happened in between. Losing is a certain kind of gift that winning cannot understand.
If you're having fun in your practice and looking forward to the next, then you've already achieved the highest goal.
See ya'll in the afterlife.
Friday, August 2, 2013
In the Deep Dark Green there is Lightning
Deep inside I run, deep to where it's quiet. Dark green growth. Now it's so hot we drip with the trees.
I say alone, but we're together. All who want to be here are. This sacred group, cloaked in their own desires. Adventure. Cultivation. Suffering. Sacrifice. Happiness. Each stands, with roots of the other twisting up the trunks of legs and arms and branches. Atop mountains, each one nameless and defiant. The names are a communication with others. I'll forget your name. I may forget your face. The memory won't be revisited. Only in this place do we meet.
Utilitarian form. No money. Gear. Survival within the chains of humanity. Concrete blocks in the forest. Channeling forces. I am nature. I am not nature. I am also Death and Destruction. I am also responsible. I am also life. God? What does that mean?
Leaves forever. Dripping green cloaks. Why did this happen here? Why now? Of all places. I can't remember. Just breathing, dreaming, demon. Just this life. Just this nameless forest. A general form with the infinity of design. Bubbles fluid full. Make one long sever and we would pour forth, never to be refilled. Throbbing, pulsating, every second is necessary.
For what? Just a path. The desire to walk. It is this path. I will walk.
At some point the scenery changes. I've been walking the whole time, but I've come here. White green. Higher. Further away. In winter here most everything dies, hides, or sleeps. But today I'm here, sweating and heaving. I remember now. I want it all again. My reasons return. I'm not here anymore, but half in town, with the rest of the apes. Barking along geometrical lines for finely designed beverages and larger paychecks with an applause because they exist. We exist together.
So far away. I climbed this tree for you. Otherwise I'd have no reason. I'd have stayed on the ground. Through the center of me, hanging between my legs, down into the tree, through to the center of the earth, there is a point where nothing moves. I wonder how small it is. Deep within that dark stillness, reverse lightning strikes up to heaven. My eyes. This wolf, hair raised and hackles back, one could not lose ... not against winter, the mountains, civilization, or time itself.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Being Stuck, Getting Lost
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 to a cafe in the middle of nowhere up a hill to a forest further than nowhere ... there I found a woman in the field who said the cafe was closed today, tomorrow, and the day after ... she offered water and I declined, so we continued our own stuff ... I found somewhere I want to be my house, but I've got to go, so maybe later,
It's like we ride and ride until we find something that strikes a smile ... this pile of wood,
We pray and pray at the base of towers, the greatest monuments to mankind, and the gods piss, so that us at the bottom might maybe find the trickle down ... the rest build a hut in the bush and cut its grass ... well they probably didn't build it, but they definitely cut the grass, and certainly nobody comes but me ... once in a lifetime,
I also come to those that have fallen. Art and nature, and art and nature, and art and nature, I don't know, I just see, and I am interested,
It's like I'm trying to find one lane roads with no markings. I didn't know that. To return ... I don't know what that's like, maybe. Crawling on broken heels ... that's what "return" sounds like,
Sweet Izanagi! Another house ... I want. Love at first sight, if only it was for a girl. But this is it, a dirty shack on the edge of the woods,
I'd rather carve my own postbox as well,
Cluttered with tatami mats and ... other stuff I could throw away. But look at the windows! I could live here,
This is why! What has become of those who don't know, the magic of fire. This one treasure, without it there is nothing ... only cold,
Bigger than my kitchen,
An unused loft is sin, give it to me!
After walking in the palace of your ancients, you find a trace linking all areas to a point, this mighty point called Yarigatake ... perhaps the mightiest point in all of Japan. This cabin had not a single picture but this ... here I learn techniques of focusing the whole to a point, this picture,
Snakes in jars, maybe I don't know everything,
I'm most interested in the points where I don't want to talk anymore,
Where everyone shuts up and I'm just flying, like if the wind was loud enough and we could just be allowed to be in silent madness,
All to a sudden stop. Humans don't go past here,
So we find a way,
To have lunch in peace. Here, I had lunch. Lunch was had staring at this hole, it was a good place to have lunch, sitting on the pavement staring at everything, numb from the ride, hungry,
A belly slightly full and muscles rested, 5 minutes riding left to the end of everything, happy, sad, we can go home early. Cancelled on account of rain. You made it. You didn't do anything. Nature cracks and we're left to define,
Right there I walked into the woods, I walked and stopped because I probably wasn't supposed to, I walked further and stopped and then I walked further, and then stopped, there's no point, but I'm glad I came this far,
We came here for a reason, on the backs of others,
Why here?
The edge of nature was enticing but impossible, here, at the edge of man, the cicadas screamed and at the edge of the forest laid a castle, I wouldn't go up, because I was intimidated, a big man lived at the end I'm sure,
My home in Toyama, you probably can't see it well. I really don't care. There's something amiss, I'd rather not go home. I'd rather just sit here, burrow ... or maybe set up an outpost to go further. Yes, I'd rather go further away,
I ended up just where I needed to be, at a point of which I've never seen.
If you're stuck, get lost, then no one cares where you go.
Sleep.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Aikido Ikkyu Test: The Change
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 I never expected, and one perhaps I never wished to believe. But it has happened, and I see now it has been long in the making.
I mentioned the last kyudo tournament I went to, and that I didn't do so well though it was a great experience. I also wrote about going to kyudo on my day off and how I felt about that. The posts on this blog have been largely about kyudo, and discussions on aikido have become quite the rarity. My kyudo sensei keeps pounding on me, forging my technique, chiseling away at the frivolous excess. I keep falling down and getting up, each time redifined and more aligned with the target.
This is all not the result of outer success but inner turmoil. When I started kyudo it was just a flimsy trial. As I continued I never really gave it much credit. After receiving the shodan, it could all end and I would be fine. No matter the abstract reflections, my body and spirit have been there everyday toiling in the soil that blooms love. Something of a flower has budded.
I took my ikkyu test (one before the shodan [blackbelt]) and passed. I did well in many ways, I think. I did all of the techniques that were asked of me. I did particularly well in the jo and ken work ... parts that I have been able to hone and remember alone in my apartment. I actually felt best about the jiyu waza at the end where partners come at me doing one attack (for me it was katate-ryotedori [partner grabs one of your arms with both of his hands]) and I think something of my overall aikido-budo nature came out. But I could list endless details on small things that could have, should have been better.
After the test I went to talk to the two teachers, the main sensei and then the number two, Ueno-san, for their opinions about my test. First I went to the main sensei.
His words didn't come easily.
"You did it, but something is missing. I know you're busy with work, but honestly you haven't changed much since your nikkyu (last test) test. You're good, but there's something missing. It's in the small mistakes, like when you started so-and-so technique earlier and I told you to fix it like this. You fixed it immediately, and you can correct things quickly, but those necessary details are not internalized yet. Of course it takes time, and you had a good ikkyu test, but ..."
I understand completely what he said, and could have said the same things myself before hearing him. I can do the techniques as I'm asked, I try hard, and I learn fast, but this is not at the core of aikido. What is deep in the bottom is heavily rooted natural technique that adheres to the principles. There is no fast way to do this, it just requires simple time and effort. I don't have the time, so I double the effort, and what comes out has no effect on that deep core of aikido.
I knew this from the start, but I've been trying to trick myself out of it. "Yes, I can do it!" What? Like I don't need time? As if I could just decide for time not to be the core factor? That is magic. That is defying physics and the world. That does in fact play a part in budo sometimes, but equally the most important part of budo is realizing the nature of the world that cannot be changed. This nature cannot be transcended. I cannot fly to the top of the mountain. It requires each step to be made by my own two feet, and it will take as much time as it takes.
This is all completely related to my future move to Kyushu. For various reasons the move has continually been pushed forward since May. Now, it looks like it will happen in November at the very earliest, probably December, possibly later. A huge part of this has kept me crazy about aikido.
Can I get the shodan (black belt ) before I leave?
Can I leave before I get the shodan?
Which will I regret more? Leaving before I finally achieve my number one goal here in Toyama, or staying months more just for the sake of this possession?
A great factor on this decision is what sensei and Ueno-san the dojo think. Until now, the plan was just take the ikkyu test, see how it goes, and then start the discussion.
I thought maybe if my test went phenomenally well, like it could have been the shodan test, I would've been happy, then something could happen and I could do magic and just get the shodan before I leave whenever somehow. But that is not how I felt, in fact it was exactly what I feared, a test I passed according to the qualifications, but not magical acquisition of aikido skill.
I talked with Ueno-san who is a huge reason for my love is the dojo. She is a woman in here forties who has been doing aikido with sensei for about twenty years and is a godan (fifth degree blackbelt). She lives in Toyama City as well so she usually gives me a ride home after training. During the rides we've had countless discussions that have been so important to my growth as an aikido-ka, and more importantly a person on Planet Earth.
We talked about the test and she said it was something to be happy about. Of course it wasn't perfect, but for an ikkyu test is was great. I told her how I felt about coming to practice as infrequently as I do and it's affect on real aikido ability. She quietly agreed, but also silently assured me that that's not so important. What is important is just enjoying the practice. She didn't say this, though she has before, and I know it well.
This is my greatest problem with leaving the dojo before I get my black belt: I love the practice I have with the people in this dojo. I also love aikido. It may be my favorite kind of budo I've ever experienced, but that's due to the people I've been training with. If I were to do aikido with anyone less, I'd do something else.
I do aikido with these people because I love to do so. I'm heartbroken about all of this because I can't train as much as I want.
Why don't I get a job during the day that allows me to go to aikido practice more?
Because there's no job available that I want.
Why don't I just stay in Toyama forever and continue to build myself with this dojo?
Because I want to go somewhere new.
Why do I need to get a shodan in Toyama?
I guess I don't.
The discussion about my departure to Kyushu lasted the whole hour car ride, and could have gone on for much longer.
A big part of the discussion had already been made a couple weeks earlier on the topic of earning rank. Ueno-san lamented on the phenomenon of people training until the shodan and then immediately quitting. All of that work put into the person and their technique to finally reach a level as fun and interesting as shodan, where you can really start developing deeper skill, to just have them leave. This also happens after other various tests. Someone takes a test and then disappears for a while. To teachers I think this must be very frustrating. But to many people it's natural.
It's what I will do in this case.
What could that mean for the big shodan?
It feels cheap. Underneath my skin it's like worms. Only going to practice to achieve the rank. Forgetting the true worth of training with the people you're with in that moment. Sacrificing time and essentially your life for the duration for this goal. Using your sensei just to get rank and then leave forever. Thank you, sayonara.
To ask for such a thing is beyond me. To quietly plot this until the end and then leave is equally impossible.
After all this time and finally bringing up the topic with Ueno-san, I realize it's something real. I consulted with her to hear her opinion because I didn't know. I don't know, so I ask. Isn't that natural?
But actually I did know.
All of this: the test, the practice, the discussions, they really are just one giant mirror for me to look back at myself. I brought up the topic because it's real, and because it's happening. It's not a matter of going or not, because I am. It is a dream that has simmered for so long and finally come to an unstoppable boil.
I cannot wait through another winter to just barely get my shodan in the spring and then leave. I cannot wait because I won't steal the belt like that, and I don't want to waste those months when what I want, what I truly want is departure to a new world.
I love my aikido, but it has grown small and dark. It breaks my heart, but that flower has been withering all the while through this fall. All along it has been such, now I look and see.
Then I turn to the sun, and see my kyudo bloom. It's unstoppable. It's so strong, alive, young, I'm in the spring of my kyudo here.
This is the great change:
It's funny how both tragedy and happiness can bring us to tears.
He's a buddhist priest which gives him free time in the mornings of strange days during the week, just like me. Hopefully I'll meet with him next week and have this giant nasty ball of a talk before I go home.
I asked for all of this. It's really what I wanted. I just didn't realize it.
Change.
Moving On
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. I am a beast,
not a building.
I have a path, be it failure or misfortune,
whatever you may call it,
it is nature;
it is life.
I am no longer a pup,
this is not school, and the teacher's lessons no longer apply.
Just life.
Each encounter life, sometimes death.
It doesn't need to make sense,
but I won't be here any longer.
I must roam.
I've been here for a time. Yes, I have.
A place I've never been. I have to go soon.
What I see is already too late.
Apologies to the loves past,
but I'm not one to look back.
(art found at http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/the-anubians-wolf-pack/images/18046560/title/wolf-art-fanart)
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