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Nothing like taking a karate class to streamline my mind. Having been away, discouraged by the cold weather, injured slightly but enough to avoid fighting—all of that sapped me, made me feel decrepit. But a good general class yesterday & fight class today, & I feel terrific. Even tho I got knocked on my ass—literally—by a girl half my size (but half my age). I feel so much love when I fight. It's a dance, & whoever I fight is my partner not my opponent.

Doing karate reminds me of a line of Ted Berrigan's: Whatever is going to happen is already happening. My belt-level kata, called koryugojushiho ("54") illustrates the principle that each step you take is linked to what came before & what comes next. Karate reminds me that we are always dead center in the middle of our lives.
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