Over the last two years, I’ve learned a new language, and it isn’t one you speak aloud. It’s one the body speaks.
Kung Fu and its subtleties didn’t come to me instantly. I’d say I’m only really beginning to understand them now, which makes complete sense. Like anything new, I was lost at first, in the movements and in the philosophy. I was all at sea, arms and legs going through the motions of Kung Fu and Tai Chi while really just flailing through space, unaware of what was actually happening.
It was fun, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I had to lose my ego and admit I was a baby learning to walk. That wasn’t a pleasant moment, but it was the only real path to an understanding that went deeper than the surface.
The road was long and bumpy, but I believe the language has now deepened to the point where I’ve become a fast learner. Most movements make sense and are felt deep in the body and soul.
I can say that with some confidence because I felt a real shift while learning my new sword form, Long Hua Jian. From where I stand now, it looks like a simple form, and I know it isn’t. It twists and spirals, advances and retreats, a poetic motion that leaves a smile on my face.
I never planned to learn it. Like most things I don’t plan, I’m glad I did.
This journey has been long and is far from over. It has tested me from start to finish, and I’m very glad I began it.
There is a peace in me that was sadly missing until the language of Kung Fu came calling.