..... July 8, 2007 Sunday bike out I saw many people in my neighborhood, of all ages, many elderly, who prepared garlands of flowers and other ornaments of paper, sitting on the ground in a vacant space on the road, not yet occupied by a new home .... after running within a few meters paths that characterize our neighborhood I saw men and boys cut long branches of bamboo .... what a surprise is it?
Come back to Sunday from around Roppongi we saw in line for an hour Japanese patients as true for an exhibition of Monet which was held at the Museum of Contemporary Art and that it would close its doors the day after .... said the return, we placed the light poles of bamboo branches hung with all the trappings colorati.La festive street has one aspect for a week and I enjoy it so, with the wind that moves the wreaths and bamboo leaves and children who are roaming the streets after school with the plastic bags containing small goldfish and green algae ... sign of something new is going to happen ..
In fact, something new is happening too ... with no previous reflection (mine are always or almost always post ...) I realize that Monday evening, after the usual lesson to ' academy with Master Seki I'm sorry to have to wait until Thursday, the second meeting of settimana.Mi move out of bed and go to the fridge, I open a yogurt night, put on his glasses and read carefully, hanging with my beloved gadgets magnetized, a program of beginners for Tuesday ... every day I notice that in theory the possibility of meeting a new teacher, in addition to Maestro Osawa I already know and practice Friday ... I just sign up for the monthly and I am here in Tokyo, about 10 minutes from 'Hombu dojo ... what prevents me from doing it?
Much of my head I actually made my complicated relationship with the practice and are aware that the process is all mine and I also accept that it is part inspiegabile.Finora I met only people willing to transfer their knowledge and never judges I observed that my incompetence abbiano fatto sentire nel disagio di mostrarla. Il disagio io me lo creo tutto da sola ormai da tre anni (per ciò che riguarda l' aikido ...) e deriva dal fatto che, in una parola, provo vergogna nel sentirmi e mostrarmi imbranata.
Imbranata è un termine dispregiativo che non mi piace, mi mette solo in ridicolo ai miei occhi e non produce niente di buono o almeno non lo ha fatto fino ad ora, preferisco allora dire che faccio fatica a sentirmi sciolta e morbida e che mi sento goffa e ridicola e che in questa confusione che si crea nella mia testa non riesco a registrare i consigli e le spiegazioni che mi vengono offerte sempre su un piatto d'argento, perdendo così, tutta presa da me, la possibilità reale di imparare.Che mi judge is tired of me?
I think so.
L ' aikido put me to the test and I can say that I have agreed to confront my discomfort with difficulty, even if I know who I fisica.Non law has tried something like this in the dojo not talking this is just practice, emotions are not outside, not that it is often spazio.Parlare theory, in practice it dojo silenzio.Più times I said "who you do it?"
I saw the pleasure of others in practice, I always felt that it was authentic and that I wanted for me. I will go over too
'I do not? I can feel without being too serious, I can feel my body fluid twirl a bit ' in the air to do it enjoy? It does not happen enough.
But this is the goal and that I am a timid Menosa , are also a stubborn tenacious.
All this to say that as of Tuesday with Maestro Toriumi I practiced every day this week (5 in a row!), Not to decide if half an 'hour before each lesson and I met lots of eyes and bodies, trying a completely new feeling of freedom that is no exaggeration to call it in for me, amazing.
After practice, with a completely clear head and the body tired and drenched in sweat, I got cold showers e anche nottate in bianco perchè la sera mi ritrovavo carica di un'energia sconosciuta...ma cosa mi sta accadendo?Sono sveglia?...non c'è più vergogna!!!!
Ora posso ricordare le parole italiane del M° Re...mi arrivano all'orecchie mentre parlano i Sensei Giapponesi, hanno un suono diverso, ma sono sicura sono le stesse e io sono contenta davvero di avere cominciato questa impresa...grazie a chi ha avuto ed ha pazienza con me.
Aikido cosa? Come dice Simone, fedele compagno... " Aikido di più" dico io.....
In Milan, Via Novara ... the evening before leaving for Tokyo
What could still happen? Sunday, July 8
Today I wake up and I hear many voices from the street, I also hear the sound of a band .... must go and see, "Simon, move or I'll leave you here ..."
We get to Gaien - Higashi Dori, that are all decorated and closed to traffic and stalls full of people who cook savory pancakes, udon in a pan, squid and grilled cobs of corn ..... all topped off with beer, sake and lemonade for the little Japanese girl . Stand on the street with makeshift tables resting on crates of beer from home ... Someone has taken the seat to sit on the edge of the sidewalk and someone has also brought the cloth for a pic - nic road ... A show!
lemonade in glass bottle with a ball inside that regulates the flow .. ..
Later on I see many old ladies with bent straw hat on his head and many children huddled around something strange ... I approach, I read the sign 100 yen and I see that the children fishing, with a kind of paper texture of small fish from a low bath full of water. I crouched too 'I understand the game that much to them with a passion ... la monetina hanno diritto a un retino e a una vaschetta di metallo nella quale mettere il pescato...poi il retino essendo di carta, immerso più volte nell'acqua, si rompe e si buca e così il gioco finisce...i pesciolini pescati vengono messi in un sacchettino di plastica e sono conquistati...I più piccoli che non riescono a pescare se non 1 o 2 pescetti vengono alla fine premiati e se ne tornano con qualcuno in più che le donnine gli regalano...i più grandi che sono più esperti non discutono se avendone pescati troppi devono rinunciare a qualcuno....la vecchietta sorride, rimette un po' dei pesci pescati in vasca, e tutti sono contenti comunque!
It 's too good for me to see their eyes focused on the screen and their soddiffazione place them gently in the pan .... I'm a bit ' with them and then of course I'm a fan too peach '... I now have fish in a bowl on the table ...." Life "says a lady dressed in a kimono who knows little English," Life and Party! "
Next to her we see a Sensei of a school of sword and students who practice together with a kind of bokken
Simone asks the teacher show kata available and he satisfies him.
The Japanese are happy to clap their hands to the passage of the band and dancers parading half Biotti dancing to a Brazilian rhythm ....
The Japanese are crazy ........
and I like them so strange, sometimes careless sometimes accurate, sometimes very serious and impassive at times as sweet as you do not expect ever ... I watch them so much and not end of their intrigue me .... let me do ....
After the party is not wasting time here and you put everything in order, come the scales are removed from the bamboo lamps and the old folks are placing boxes in the festoons that perhaps will Year neighbors, shopkeepers washed their share of the sidewalk with water reed and even fish remaining space in bowls with lids are to be transported, perhaps in another show to be caught by other small children and live in new homes ... At 6 o'clock every day he plays a sweet melody ... announces the end of the day, it is played today, of course.
And tomorrow?
Of course the sun will rise about 4 in Tokyo.
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