I really have two compeletly different and opposite views about coming back to Sydney. OK, they're paying me handsomely to do so (bribery - oh, the shame) but I'd love to stay back on our little "farm" and keep building it, bit by bit. My head is an engineer's but my heart belongs to our farm.
One of the only (probably the only true) good thing about being back in the city is we (read 'I') can continue with our Jodo and Iaido studies. I've really missed them over the Xmas break and, what with the Australian Nationals coming up at the end of the month, desperately feel the need for training. I find myself practicing kata in my head at stupid, incongruous, times. Disconcertingly I also find my right hand begins moving in that tale-tale manner for the first part of o-chiburi. Tomorrow, Saturday, I can get my first fix. Shinto Muso Ryu Jodo at Paul Maloney's Willoughby Dojo followed by a quick scoot over to Ruth's Seitei Iaido session at Pymble.
Klara thinks me obsessed...
Oh, if my head belongs to engineering and heart to farming, what part of me is martial arts? Answer: my left foot. Nagayama Sensei thinks I should tie a plough to it and drag it around my paddock. Nice man. I have much time for him.
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