Digging into photos from October’s world tour, I realize a few things.
Unless I am at my mother’s table, the concentration of people I love is highest in Japan.
The excitement, challenge, opportunity, lifestyle outside of the city, cultural ethics, recognition of my best qualities, spirit, magic, and availability of inspiring teachers is highest in Japan. It feels like becoming a character in a video game, except it is my real life, my real friends, my real skills, and my real adventures.
Then I go home and, except for the glorious desert that feeds my soul, wonder why.
Then I get the pictures organized for the blog, see all the loved people and memories, feel bereft, and have to exercise my maturity *hard*.
For me, aikido is mostly spirit work these days.