Status Quo

    Nothing much to report this week, as the title suggests, it's steady as she goes. Working my numbers, practicing my forms, preparing for next years grading ( hopefully ). As age creeps into my training, I am actually happy to see my son Kody surpassing me on many fronts, speed, recovery, adaptation, creativity.  Ahh Ponce de Leonto, where did you hide that fountain?

   Yesterday while watching this years candidates do their applications and forms, it really opens one's eyes to the differences in their techniques any yet they all have a similar outcome. Watching them make their Kung Fu their own is very encouraging to a bag of cement like me, I need to embrace that. It has always amazed me when I can watch multiple Sifus do the same form/technique and their personality shines through, creating a different but similar style. From hard to flowing to peaceful to down right scary, it is all poetry in motion, a pleasure to watch an inspiration to those looking for a spark to ignite their own flame of creativity.

 

Thought I would  throw in some quotes from the curriculum, great concepts to ponder.

 Yellow represents the colour of a seed buried in the earth beneath the winter snow. It is the seed from which the roots of a glorious plant will sprout. These roots will anchor the plant and serve to support it through wind and weather For the rest of its life.

   Orange represents the colour of the sun rising to meet the morning sky. Melting the last of the frost, it nurtures the gracious earth, Encouraging the young plant to flourish. 

  Green represents the colour of the seedling venturing clear of the protective earth into the tender light of a calm spring day. Each day brings wondrous growth and change as the young seedling matures and strives to prosper.

 Blue represents the colour of the cloudless summer sky beckoning the thriving plant ever closer to its soothing hue. Strengthening its ward with a gentle breeze, forever reminding it of this precarious tranquility

Brown represents the colour of the autumn plant anticipating winter's shrill caress. Burdening no longer, its shriveled leaves enrich the soil of its origin, Paying homage to a humble heritage. The stark landscape but a reminder of the impermanence of all that is.