You are too a poet.

You are too a poet

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A Mental Exercise

ImageI count out loud but say the moves in my head.

18 Low X block
19 Knee strike
20 …
20 …
20 …
It’s gone. So I start over. Again, stall at 19. Take it once more from the beginning but the remaining 32 moves at are inaccessible, lost somewhere in the recesses of my brain. The more frustrated I become, the less I can remember, despite patient reminders from the instructors. I head home from class disappointed, finding little consolation that I made it through the 486 combined moves of all my previous forms.

It would be easy to take the night off.  Go to bed.  Try again some other time. But that’s not what a black belt does. It’s not the example I wish to set for my students. Practice and perseverance set us apart.

So once everyone else is sleeping.  I take out my cards.  Breathe. Read and walk through it over and over until the light bulb blazes into being over my head. That joyful a-ha moment endorphin rush encourages a dozen more repetitions. And I wake up early, so I can do it again.

I love Martial Arts because it provides both physical and mental challenges.  We need both to be our best selves.

The Silent Storm

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It’s beautiful this winter, but also isolating. Sometimes our silence is the same. Be sure to find your Poetry or Martial Art (your outlet). Written in response to the DP Challenge.    

The Silent Storm
A season’s shunning
Colder than I’ve ever been
Bereft of presence

Running in Circles

My great-uncle Joe, teasing my mother and aunt who were staying at the farm for a few weeks in the summer, cut the head off a chicken which ran around blind, until it realized it was dead.

I’ve been contemplating goals since the new year.  And feeling a little like that chicken.  There are so many obstacles.  At school, work and home nothing seems to get accomplished.  The weather shuts us all in, something new breaks, or someone gets sick.  And it’s easy to use all those things as an excuse.

So, I made myself a playlist. Titled it unoriginally: RUN.  I come to work early, plug my tablet into the main dojang speakers, crank the volume until I can feel the music, and then I start my laps.  And that one accomplishment helps me focus.

Uncle Joe was fortunate that my Great Grandmother let him keep his head, when she was told what he had done.  But I’m thankful for the proverbial connection.

And even though I’m running in circles, I’m feeling a little less blind.

 

 

Hibernating

It began well.

I started 2014 with a positive sense of urgency.  But it’s been cold.  The finger numbing, bone chilling, thought freezing, don’t want to come out from under the covers, cold.

And when you don’t get out of bed, not much is written.

There’s not much we can do about the cold.

But I can write from beneath blankets!

In Defense of Fairy Tales (on censorship)

I sometimes have concerns about sharing my blog due to content. How much do you let friends or acquaintances or co-workers or your mother see?  I self censor myself rather harshly but even the hint of someone else telling me what I can or cannot share through my writing has me up in arms.  It made me remember this original poem – written as a response to a censorship discussion. (It might appear in this blog previously but a search didn’t pull it up.  It can be found in my book!)

In Defense of Fairy Tales
Distressing damsels vainly wait
in unreachable dark towers,
while poker playing princes
yawn at the late hour.
Wolves walk right past Grandma’s house;
the dwarves stay underground;
sirens see from fathoms deep,
but do not make a sound.
Giants hide in mountaintops,
where dragons breathing smoke,
watch the wizards magic fail,
and jesters tire of jokes.
Witches spells remain uncast,
no one wins or loses,
quests kept unaccomplished
by vanquishing the muses.
Children safely under wraps,
looking through the glass,
the forest is so harshly lit,
all can lamely pass.
Fairies fret and sadly wonder
why we must be burned,
and fail to see within their tales
lessons to be learned.

Kicks to the Head

I still don’t take criticism well.

It’s one of those things that we learn to deal with as a Martial Artist through competition and testings, but as a writer, it all seems terribly subjective – more of a personal attack than sparring. I would rather be kicked in the head (and I know from experience it’s not pleasant).

I was drawn to Tae Kwon Do because of the community. It is the same for blogging, although I find it harder to put myself out there.  Today’s Zero to Hero challenge addressed that hesitancy.  Our assignment was to find some topics and blogs to follow, understanding that’s an invitation for others to look at your work.

I created a blog list.  Some, I’ve been following forever.  Some, I started today.  I look forward to reading and will welcome your comments (while keeping my high block up). Take a look at the list.  They might inspire you as well.