Friday, 25 July 2014

Another season of Aikikai ends in disappointment

July 2014
Finished my annual Aikido season(6 months) in June, disappointed in myself and the club. I was hoping to do another grading but was messed around with the recommendation. I had discussed the recommendation at the start of my season (Jan) and I thought it was approved.  Unfortunately he wasn’t present to sign my papers the week before grading and didn’t turn up to the grading. Having to run around to find someone to sign on the day was quite embarrassing. I felt a discrimination and treated with no regard. I had not organised anyone else. Considering I arrange my timetable to attend his class weekly, I would expect some respect as an adult and having trained with this club for over 15yrs, known them 25 yrs. Respect due  would be to discuss the matter. I wont be attending his classes again. I train regularly, at least twice a week for double classes. For the last month before the grading, I trained up to 4 times a week, double classes.

Aikikai has a weird way of grading people. You have to put yourself forward and request to grade. No-one encourages you and most feedback is derogatory rather than beneficial. I wonder if that’s the way of the warrior, being a masculine domain. I consider myself quite proficient at this martial art. Often when I train with people I feel they perform the orchestrated movements but have no control over their uke (opponent). Admittedly, to perform Aikido, there needs to be a degree of co-operation.  It is not a self defence or for street fighting. It is truly an art form derived from the battle field of samurais with swords. I guess that’s what I love about it; capturing people’s energy and disposing of them. I look for the martial, control and combat in the techniques. I feel in control.

Went to Mount Hotham weapons training in April 2014

A poem for  the Hotham sunrise training

And so once again upon mountain summit
the warriors swing swords and strike sticks
 in orchestrated combat for glory of the samurai
slicing thru the clouds along forsaken ground
ascending, descending over clumps of grass, furrows
perhaps stepping over burrows
 in chase of their uke
who’s at their swords mercy
They brave the cold and dark ending night
trampling through the breath of a  blowing wind
 to roost in silent meditation
hoping for a glimpse at the sungod’s wake of day
But the fog smothers the dawn peek into a bed of smoke
upon a sheltered slope we engage in pretend battle
aikidoka dont bear their chest this year
rather shed the coldbite
sipping delightful red wine
reminince in the cosy shelley

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