Our core values colour all our choices and practices.
The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.
I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
Our core values colour all our choices and practices.
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting… why?
Is it the powerful communication, or sensory input, or both?
To my current way of thinking, budō as a solo practice is somewhat of a non-sensical concept.
I can finally do, and benefit. Why do I do so many? Why do I keep pushing?
Does teaching bring joy? Or is it just a sense of duty fulfilled, creating some kind of ease or relief through satisfaction of expectation (or even compulsion)?
Communication without (directly) communicating. Something about that resonates.
A stream of thoughts while falling asleep one night.
Two beginners practicing together on a quiet summer night.
Smaller and smaller and smaller and shrinking and never quite right and shrinking and screaming unheard and…