Protected: Two Hearts
My heels are sore from training. Really sore.
The good news is that my audition peice is almost entirely on the balls, so, it will be ok.
It is amazing what the body remembers. It has been almost 18 months since I have done the Suzuki Walks, but I knew them instantly, and I think I was better than when I left.
I was also complimented during Sitting Statues, which was nice. My Standing Statues sucked though. Bloody Tora and her pushin my centre over. AISH!
I enjoyed Barra Barra, it was my first time, and I felt like a knob doing Sword Arms, and the double-time Stomp was deathly, but as a whole, it has potential. It just takes so long to get your head around the changes.
I find so much inner joy in the mindlessness of the excercises. I guess mindlessness is not the right word. I like the discipline, and I like the energy and passion that it facilitates. I just have to work on my competitive nature. The first Stomp and Shakuhatchi that we did, I really struggled with competing with myself, and with others. It wasn’t until the very end and the Open Shakuhatchi that I really started to open up.
I need to find my steely softness.
OK, get some brekkie, then do my text work, then pack up and head over to the Old Museum to warm up and rehearse my Dance of Jesus.
A little bit excited.
Protected: this is…
He drank XXXX, I drank pineapple juice.
I listened to his ‘home life’, he listened to mine.
We talked about the hardship that our families went through so that we can exist.
I listened to his ‘history’, he listened to mine.
We talked about secrets and the joys of youth.
I listened to his ‘present’, he listened to mine.
We talked about the profound beauty and deep sadness that accompanies love.
I listened to his ‘future’, he listened to mine.
We talked about our hobbies, and the concept of job security.
He tried to explain to me the concept of ‘Han’.
I tried to to explain the history of multiculturalism in Australia.
We talked about the very nature of love, and how differently our separate cultures deal with it.
We touched glasses, shook hands, exchanged a hug.
I have a new best friend.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
… a time of change, happiness, excitement, promise, potential, joy, interest, love, yearning, peace, favour, creativity, energy, light.
It’s ok to live in the future, if you are at peace with the now.
