A Street Fight

A Street Fight Spittle accompanied the words as he spat them out towards me.  He was right in my face…. his eyes were wide, his chest raised and arms outstretched  to make himself look bigger…  There was no way he was going to let me pass.. They were classic ‘chavs’ baseball caps, vests, tattoos, bling jewelry and mandatory cans of ‘Special Brew with Staffordshire Bull Terrier in tow, they had obviously been drinking all day along with taking other narcotic substances and had become loud and insulting. I had received the odd ‘glare’ but thought nothing of it but when … Continue reading A Street Fight

The Green Eyed Monster

The Green Eyed Monster It was typical locker room room talk…. There’s always one black belt that just can’t control his arrogance.  Duncan was typical of this kind of person; he’d moved in from out of town and therefore hadn’t grown up in the spirit of the dojo.  He couldn’t keep his counsel and had to pontificate on everything.  He was a typical ‘snake oil vendor’ – in that what he said almost made sense until you realised that it was only a game of ‘one upmanship’ and he was shaping his words to gain acolytes and admirers and in … Continue reading The Green Eyed Monster

It’s Simple

It’s Simple Sometimes those ‘special’ sessions just seem happen spontaneously, more so with the senior classes.. Sweat was running down the walls, everyone moved as one and the communal spirit was that of determination. This felt like a club in the true sense of the word, our mentor was giving the call and we moved in harmony to it.  The senior class had all trained together for a minimum of 5 years and some as many as 30.  We knew each other better than our own families; we had struggled, sweat and bled together in the cause of self improvement … Continue reading It’s Simple

Dealing With Clumsiness

Dealing With Clumsiness Billy was not the sort of guy you’d trust your pet butterfly with….. Clumsy was not the word, he fell over his own feet, a touch was always a hit and I’m sure he thought a kiss was a headbutt.  Nobody liked pairing up with him in class, it always meant hard work and unnecessary bruises. “Soften Billy” Sifu’s words were coaxing, “soften”…. “I’m sorry Sifu, I just can’t” wailed Billy – “I just ain’t built that way.” “You’re only clumsy because you think you are, use Saam Jin (Sanchin) to soften the core” said Sifu quietly. … Continue reading Dealing With Clumsiness

Perspective In Tai Chi

Perspective In Tai Chi “With all this work we do to improve, do you think there’s a time that we’ll start getting worse? We welcomed the break in between Tai Chi classes, apart from the physical break, it gave us the chance to discuss anything from the latest kung fu movies to the deepest Buddhist philosophy with Sifu. Teresa had a stressful job in accounting, worked long hours and would come into class looking tired, sigh with effort at the beginning and end of the class but the years would slip away as she appeared get younger and always seemed … Continue reading Perspective In Tai Chi

One Foot In Life And One In Death

One Foot In Life And One In Death The scent of spray starch is one of the more pleasant changing room smells as the senior karate grades get their ‘heavy’ karategi’s out of their bags.  Mixed with the scent of White Horse Liniment, Ralgex, Tiger Balm and smelly feet, it makes a heady cocktail warmed by the softer students using the warm air hand dryers to warm up their cold gi’sbefore putting them on…. Once the cold, heavy cotton karategi is on and tied, the changing room obi tying ceremony takes place, the belt is folded in half and the … Continue reading One Foot In Life And One In Death

Working Together

Working Together It was a warm night… With three children’s and an adult beginner class previously, the air was quite humid.  Sensei had worked this class through a good ‘warm up’ and some highly corrected basics before it was time to work on kata… Sensei had divided the class up into small groups with a black belt in charge of each group as this class would be followed by the dan grade session, we had quite a few black belts in already – and the kyu grades could get almost private instruction from them, with Sensei moving between the groups. … Continue reading Working Together

The Old Days

The Old Days They were a lively lot tonight, most of the students were in their teens and playing off each others energy, but as young energy has a wont to do, it faded all too quickly, leaving a large group of flushed, animated but physically tired teens. “Sit down”…  Sensei recognised this and realised that this was a perfect ‘window of opportunity’ to inject a little wisdom. “Any questions?” – a good coaches ploy to get the students to start the conversation… Sensei looked along the line of young, flushed and animated faces… The hands shot up… “Jamie?” “Sensei, … Continue reading The Old Days

Translation Of Uke

  Translation Of Uke “You win battles by knowing the enemy’s timing, and using a timing which the enemy does not expect.” – Miyamoto Musashi Iaido is the ancient samurai art of self-defence where you draw the sword immediately against an enemy’s sudden attack to win at the moment the sword leaves the sheath.  I was taking my weekly private lesson with Sensei and working on application to the basic Seiti Kata…. “Uke Nagashi!” Sensei called the name of the third kata.  Wearing a hakama requires quite a bit of skill.  Hakama sabaki is hakama (the Japanese divided skirt trousers) … Continue reading Translation Of Uke

In Memory Of Alan Emery

In Memory Of Alan Emery “Why do you let that man train?” “What man” I asked politely. “Alan.”  Alan was one of our ‘special needs’ students.  “Whenever we’re doing our form he never moves in time with us, he’s always bumping into us, when we’re doing our exercises he’s always making strange noises and passing wind – it’s disgusting!” “I don’t just let him train; I actually sponsor him to train here.” “Why on earth do you do that?” “To help people like you become more tolerant.”  There was no answer to that.  The student coloured up and left quite … Continue reading In Memory Of Alan Emery