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All those years on the Bebop left me used to working out in small spaces.
It's so fucking nice to do Jeet Kune Do outside, a breeze blowing, grass and dirt underfoot, lake shimmering within eyesight, breathable atmosphere, blue sky, clouds.
In fact, it's like some little slice of heaven.
I bet he would have liked it here. Bruce Lee, that is. If I could go back in time and meet any one person, I'm pretty fucking sure I'd choose him. The guy was so brilliant: he took the complex things and made them so reasonable, so simple, that anyone should be able to understand his concepts.
Of course, most people are kind of idiots, and they like to make the things made simple for them complex again. Just the way it goes.
But yeah. Martial arts by the lake and after a year of being here I'm still in pretty damn good shape. I do this every day I'm here: every day. It's kind of my one shot at this link to the way things have always been for me, since I was 11 and started studying Kung Fu.
So today's formless menu ends up like this:
side kick
leaping side kick
downward elbow
low spin back kick
reverse straight kick
backfist
backfist
roll
up, move, move balance breathe
double-straight lead punch and jab
rising straight kick
Hell, it's all about kicking today, isn't it.
My imaginary foe is sure getting the shit beat out of him. He looks a hell of a lot like Vicious. And I remind myself: Attack by deception, especially, is the attack of the master. Shit, I have a hell of a lot to teach Elaine. We haven't even started on leading and feinting and drawing.
We'll get there. In good time. Hell, it's been a year: I bet I'm here another year, two, three.
I bet I'm here as long as Beth is here. When she goes -- if she goes some day -- I won't have a purpose in being here. But for all of last night's little window into vulnerability, I have this to say by light of day: this place is all right. I'll take it for as long as I can have it. When it lets me take Beth other places, I'll take her. When it lets her take me other places, I'll go. And when it doesn't... well, shit. I'll have those little moments of kind of hating feeling trapped but then I'll look into her eyes and realize what the fuck: I've got you, what more could I want?
And I know from years of Jeet Kune Do that trapped is an artificial state of mind. There will be calmness, tranquility, when one is free from external objects and is not perturbed. Being tranquil means not having any illusions or delusions of thusness.
To understand the actual requires awareness, an alert and totally free mind.
To know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person.
Beth, you're that other person.
I love you, and...
...happy anniversary. See what happens when we let doors open?
It's so fucking nice to do Jeet Kune Do outside, a breeze blowing, grass and dirt underfoot, lake shimmering within eyesight, breathable atmosphere, blue sky, clouds.
In fact, it's like some little slice of heaven.
I bet he would have liked it here. Bruce Lee, that is. If I could go back in time and meet any one person, I'm pretty fucking sure I'd choose him. The guy was so brilliant: he took the complex things and made them so reasonable, so simple, that anyone should be able to understand his concepts.
Of course, most people are kind of idiots, and they like to make the things made simple for them complex again. Just the way it goes.
But yeah. Martial arts by the lake and after a year of being here I'm still in pretty damn good shape. I do this every day I'm here: every day. It's kind of my one shot at this link to the way things have always been for me, since I was 11 and started studying Kung Fu.
So today's formless menu ends up like this:
side kick
leaping side kick
downward elbow
low spin back kick
reverse straight kick
backfist
backfist
roll
up, move, move balance breathe
double-straight lead punch and jab
rising straight kick
Hell, it's all about kicking today, isn't it.
My imaginary foe is sure getting the shit beat out of him. He looks a hell of a lot like Vicious. And I remind myself: Attack by deception, especially, is the attack of the master. Shit, I have a hell of a lot to teach Elaine. We haven't even started on leading and feinting and drawing.
We'll get there. In good time. Hell, it's been a year: I bet I'm here another year, two, three.
I bet I'm here as long as Beth is here. When she goes -- if she goes some day -- I won't have a purpose in being here. But for all of last night's little window into vulnerability, I have this to say by light of day: this place is all right. I'll take it for as long as I can have it. When it lets me take Beth other places, I'll take her. When it lets her take me other places, I'll go. And when it doesn't... well, shit. I'll have those little moments of kind of hating feeling trapped but then I'll look into her eyes and realize what the fuck: I've got you, what more could I want?
And I know from years of Jeet Kune Do that trapped is an artificial state of mind. There will be calmness, tranquility, when one is free from external objects and is not perturbed. Being tranquil means not having any illusions or delusions of thusness.
To understand the actual requires awareness, an alert and totally free mind.
To know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person.
Beth, you're that other person.
I love you, and...
...happy anniversary. See what happens when we let doors open?
