Whenever I think about the change the art has brought to our lives, I think about our special brand of respect. Powerful alchemy that changes places and people who has been in its presence, strengthens bodies and hearts.
This respect is also wonder, it breathes energy into sharp slabs of metal turning swords into Kami, it makes a stinking boxing glove an object of beauty. This respect is the power air that we respecters exhale. With this awareness we change our daily routine.
I have seen this transformation happen again, this summer, at our temporary Tel Aviv dojo. Our smelly hall, hot as a furnace, dusty and humid, has now become something else for me, I believe, something else for all of us who paid with fat drops of sweat.
I look at this dump and I can not help thinking: “Dojo is my church”.
Let us meet today, as usual, and give our respect to the fist, the blue dojo mattress and the tepid water bottle.
I upload selected Ninjutsu lessons to the Ninjutsu training category at the AKBAN wiki.