Nothing is accomplished forever

The New Year 2008 is here... and with it a brand new blog for me, a new time-consuming practice among many. I gave up my old blog because it was all in swedish and now I will go into cosmopolitan-mode and use english language instead. Then I'll get some well needed practice in english also.

Practice, yes...
What you really learn from being a martial artist is the importance of practice, of doing things over and over again. Repeat, repeat, repeat... I tend to do this a lot. I must do this a lot. For me it's not a question of discipline, it's a matter of passion. I thank the gods for this, since I'm lazy and always had a hard time doing things on sheer discipline, unless threatened with severe repercussions of course... No, I am passionate about my training, the actual doing. I feel, in Kung Fu, so very close to life, so very close to the muscle, the sinews, the blood that flows and rages... It is a form of love, it's all about passion, it's all about the beatings of the heart. I love to make the bridge with my arms, feel something reaching back, and the meditative stillness of being lost in movement.

And, when you feel something reaching back, how can you doubt that you actually exist? Energy is eternal delight, as William Blake would have it.

Wing Tsun is philosophy in motion, a physical practice that can teach you a lot about life. Actually, it's universal principlesact out on the level of a bodily logic. For instance, I believe in a correspondence between chi-sao and the turnings of life, of the world, the turnings and shifts of the universe itself. And when the center-line is compromised and you feel the blow, the universe disrupts for a fraction of a second, wating to resume it's eternal beat. And when you sometimes lose yourself in chi-sao, the mind goes blank, you become all body, blood and flesh.

You become close to the shiftings and the turnings of the universe. The moment comes when you no longer have to think what you are doing. You have become the movement itself.

It takes a great deal of practice to forget about all the necessary movements we must make. At some point, however, the movements fuse with you, become a part of who you are. To get there we must repeat, repeat, practice and practice. In the mean time I go all sticky-hands on life and I want to burst forward, forever forward. And in this single-pointedness lies great stillness, great ease.

So, I have to say that Wing Tsun holds truth to me on every sphere of experience. The movements does more than just lend expression to existence: it helps shape and define it as well.

2008 is coming...
Practice... Repeat... closing in.

Nothing is accomplished forever, everything must always be done again.