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Love and Ouch
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It's moments like this that I live for at camp. When
Senseis body beckons to be attacked, you sense that there might
be mystery or awakening lying in wait for you on the other side. I reached for Senseis arm. It moved just slightly
out of my reach. Not quickly, but just fast enough. I instinctively reached
a little more, and it moved a little more, too. His arm swung upward,
but its motion slowed and it finally came within my reach. I could
almost feel it. I nearly had it! And thats when my whole world became discombobulated.
My body was turning, but I wasnt sure in what direction. It was
hard to tell exactly how I was situated in space. I didnt know if
I had Senseis arm or not any more. I was moving, but it was hard
to tell in what direction, or why. I felt a rushing feeling as my body
rapidly accelerated toward the mat. Then, a loud noisemy arm hitting
the mat (a reflex, thankfully), preventing my nose from doing the same.
When I looked up, I saw Sensei walking away, smiling.
I was smiling, too. Everyone around was smiling, some shaking their heads
in amazement. Then we went back to practicing. Thats the way it
always is when Sensei throws. Incredible power. Then a good feeling that
lingers. Sensei told us at this camp that many people mistakenly
think that Aikido is about love and harmony. He said that if you only
think of Aikido this way, it is like a tree with just the branches, the
leaves, and the flowersbut no roots. Just the pretty part, but no
real power. Sensei said, his Aikido is "Love and ouch!" You can tell that Sensei doesnt spend much time
thinking about love and harmony in the practice of Aikido. He thinks about
results. Throwing big people with astonishing power. Thats what
motivates him the most, I think. He doesnt pretend to be a missionary
for peace. He is a martial artist. He throws people for a living. And
inspires others to discover how to do the same. At camp, you experience that power on a regular basispower
seemingly too enormous to fit into the body of a 135-pound man. Sensei's
self-defense ideas are stunning in their ingenuity and practicality. But
amidst all of this, theres something a little funny going on, too.
Theres a good feeling that follows this man, that infects the people
he throws and those he teaches. They feel better, they live happier. As
they learn to throw more powerfully, they become gentler human beings.
Their level of happiness rises. People smile and greet each other on the mat with genuine
pleasure. You hear almost no one speaking negatively of anyone else. A
fellow student tells me what he thinks of camp: "I love all
of this!" The legs get tired, but the days fly by. And before you
know it, Sensei is thanking us all for coming and bowing out to thunderous
applause. But the oddest feeling hits me when I am in the car on
the ride home, and just a little too tired to talk. I feel better, not
just inside, but about the whole world. I like the human race a little
bit more than I did before. I feel a glow that I dont want to lose.
Its a feeling that is hard to sum up without the use of two little
words: Love. And harmony. Im sorry, Sensei. That isnt what you were trying for. But almost magically, thats what you achieved. And when you throw me powerfully to the mat with that exquisite blend of relaxation and calmness, and I see that sly little smile spread across your face and your eyes light up with pleasure, I feel that all is right in at least one small part of the universe.
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