In a fit of nostalgia I spent this evening cruising through the Kung Fu Dorks blog archive. It's almost embarrassing to see how hard I used to train and look at myself now. My training over the past year or so has been haphazard at best: a couple months of every other week training punctuated by a three-week frenzy of kung fu hysteria. Sometimes I am working like a maniac, others I am just plain lazy. But every time I go back to Temple I am reminded how much I love kung fu and how much it has meant in my life.
I stopped blogging- why? I'm not sure. All us dorks are still around; maybe the internet has finally lost its novelty... Blogs are not so hip, if they ever were hip? I guess in the end I thought I had run out of things to say, and I'm not especially fond of when my posts became "Dear Diary" moments. Reading back though, I am realizing that this blog was good for helping me anchor my training in consistent reflection, even when we were talking about Chuck Norris Action Jeans. It's easy to train without thinking and lose the thread of your journey. Blogging didn't make me train more, but it did help me get more out of my kung fu by doing some cyber meditation at the end of every class and getting to share the saga with my compatriots.
This post is quick and dirty and not especially articulate or insightful, but just throwing down this bit of fluff makes me feel tapped back into training - and I haven't even been in three weeks. Sharing our thoughts through the blog, even though it is just with the same people we train with every day, helps magnify the amazing community of friends and Shaolin family the temple has provided. Possibly no one will see this post because the blog is all but dead these days, but it's nice to breathe a little life back into it, even for a moment, and know that the rest of the dorks are out there carrying on. So to sum up: yay kung fu dorks and yay memories. Amituofo, kids.
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Aww...thanks for pushing it forth. Now there's the love.
ReplyDeleteReally cool entries here. I have to read more soon! Amituofo! (Karl from day class, aka "that guy who lives in another Buddhist Temple who yells a lot)
ReplyDeleteI'd love to add to this, or start my own blog too...
Hello, Max here. It's funny, I ran into Ellen a couple of weeks ago totally by chance and told her how I'd started reading through the blog archives. I realize it may have been the first time Ellen and I actually got to hang out or chat more than in passing. And funny too that it would happen just a few months after I moved to Los Angeles.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I'd just like to comment on the post that the blog is one of the things that's helping me feel connected to the temple while I'm out here. Xu e-troduced me to Randy and we've been meeting just about every week to train, and that of course helps a lot--in fact, he's almost finished teaching me erluquan!--but reading through the archives, even though most of it was written before I'd even heard of the temple, has also helped me feel a little bit connected to the community I was (and am) privileged to be a part of in New York.
Yeah! Cyber Chi!!
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