Thursday I had some unexpected free time, so I put on my gi and started going through some kata. At the end of an hour I wrote this:
Today I remembered what I love about karate. It had gotten lost in the teaching and testing and teaching and planning and teaching and teaching and teaching of the last few years.
It is the solitude. Doing the kata for myself and the joy of the kata - not the self defense or the teaching or the exercise, but the joy of the movement. The precision, the perfection, the tempo and the rhythm, getting lost in it all.
Moving meditation. I had forgotten.
