Upon waking up this new year morning of 2016 I always reflect back on the previous year. This reflection then heads into what I want to focus on this coming year and how best to approach that. In the past few weeks I have been reading poems of Basho, and just using both the Japanese and the English readings to trigger thoughts and ideas that may come into my head. This morning two of these came into my thoughts and wanted to share.
The first for new years:
(Ganjitsu ya / omoeba sabishi / aki no kure)
New Years Day!
and I recall the loneliness
of autumn evenings.
This to me is how I feel sometimes on the path of Aikido and training. While we have lots of teachers, students, friends, and others we meet upon the path we are the drivers (of our destiny) and alone in one sense. I remember talking to many of my students and people I have trained with during my almost 30 years in training about it is up to them alone to push their own training and not to “wait” for others to catch up.
I have seen many times where two students started practice around the same time and have progressed together for the first few steps (ranks, tests, challenges, etc). I think this is also great and can encourage us to get to the Dojo and be with out friends while on the path. Over the time though is when one of the two comes less regularly or not fully engaged in their training. Sometimes this can have an negative affect on the other student and sometimes even though they are doing well or really enjoy training can stumble.
I personally have had many people I started with or even Sempai quit Aikido or only come so often. I tried to never link their training directly to my own and always progress and challenge myself to be the best Aikidoist that I can be. Of course I enjoy working out with other passionate people and especially as a teacher want to encourage and be there for my students and other Aikido practitioners (as uke, nage, sensei, student, etc). By focusing on my own training and trying to be the best that I can be I believe that then I can be a helpful for others. Sometimes I think people in the beginning tend to do the opposite. Always be available but sometimes in detriment to themselves or their training. Have you seen similar situations in your training or at your dojo?
To come back to this post, Why did I title this “Misogi and the New Year”? Misogi to me and has been shared by my teachers through explanation and experiences in training is – purification of our spirit. In Japan Misogi practice can be under a waterfall or a lot of the “cleansing” rituals involve washing away something. Maybe this is why I originally chose the waterfall for the Kiryu logo? Hmm?
Misogi is also done through hard training. In the last few months of practice I have been thinking about this concept and how Misogi manifests itself in every training session. A lot of times I tend to go to the dojo after a long day at work or at the end of a long (work) week. Sometimes I am mentally exhausted and not always fully motivated. However, once I begin to loosen up, sweat, and enter into my practice the day/week/year/etc is shaved away from my thoughts and body.
(Everytime) At the end of the training session I am much more mentally clear and awake then I was before. I feel better and have clearer thoughts. To me this is the most common form of Misogi through practice that I want everyone to enjoy and experience. There are many other levels of this concept and how it can strengthen our spirit, training, and our lives and am still exploring those as well.
Aikido/training can be very deep and a worthwhile (lifetime) journey. This is why I continue to train and work towards my own path both alone and also with my teachers, students, and friends along the path.
To finish up the second quote that came to me while reading basho called “The Spring Sea”:
(haru no umi / hinemosu notari / notari kana)
The spring sea —
all day long it rises and falls,
rises and falls.
Keiko Osame (Kiryu CA, 2015)
This to me (especially at new years) is the cycle of the year, each day, and our lives. Things can go good, they can go bad, people begin to train, people quit training, we may loose contact with friends, but may meet new ones, etc… The author of the book stated that (even though all this is going on) “The fisherman doesn’t dwell upon the primordial pulse of life as he laboriously hauls in his nets.”
Maybe that means focus on what is important to you and move forward, train, enjoy life… do your thing…
Be well and hope to train with all of you more this year!
Part II: Kiryu Trip from Tokyo –> Takayama –> Kyoto –> Osaka –> Tokyo
by Kara L. Stewart
Sunday, May 24: Tokyo
After Doshu’s morning class, we went back to the hotel and dropped our heavy gi bags and changed clothes for an afternoon of sightseeing. In one of the stations, we saw this sign for Hombu. It was beautifully timed, since we’d been training there the past couple days and took part in the 53rd All Japan Aikido Demonstration, which always ends on a spectacular note with the demonstration by Doshu.
Feeling now oh so light and airy, we headed to Asakusa. On the way to the famous mon (gate) we stopped and got our fortunes by offering 100 Yen, shaking a very loud metal can with numbered sticks in it, and letting one stick fall out of the hole in the can. The number corresponded to one’s future prospects. Les-san’s was exemplary, mine was next best at “Excellent Fortune” (“getting success in life and wealth; you are real busy and prosperous”), and John-san’s was, well, not so good. Over the next few days, he did all he could to increase his positive energy and get a more encouraging fortune. Luckily, he was later successful. Whew.
We did a little shopping in Asakusa and had a late lunch. Mine: soba (buckwheat) noodles with dipping sauce. Mmmm, oishii up, as the new marketing phrase in Japan goes. Delicious Plus.
Next stop: Spa La Qua, a calm and restoring place right next to Tokyo Dome. After soaking for an hour and spending a little time in the relaxation area looking over the small amusement park below, we headed back to Shinagawa and had a late dinner at another izakaya.
Monday, May 25: Iwama
Today was a special trip: our group was going to visit Iwama with Itoh Sensei and his student, John-san.
We arrived in Iwama around 11:30 after a two-hour train ride. Outside the train station, we paid our respects and took some photos at a statue of O-Sensei, which I don’t recall from my visit here in 2011.
It set the stage and the mood for the half-mile or so walk to O-Sensei’s old dojo and historic grounds.
The sidewalk on the way to the dojo was flanked by granite monoliths, each with an historic photo of O-Sensei. One of our warmups in class is patterned after a kokyu exercise that O-Sensei did, which Les-san later demonstrated at a temple in Kyoto.
Nearing the grounds, the Aiki Shrine beckoned us and we walked carefully over the gravel raked daily by the Uchi Deshi. This was a special moment for all of us, as this is where our Aikido journeys began. For me, it was also a tribute to our teachers. Without O-Sensei, we wouldn’t be here in Japan, practicing Aikido at Hombu and participating in global All Japan Aikido Demonstration. And without Blevins Sensei, our group wouldn’t have met, begun practicing Aikido, or be in Japan now, enjoying all these experiences together.
He told us as we walked toward the shrine that it was very special moment for him: to be at Iwama with his students. He was Uchi Deshi under Saito Shihan many years ago, and his only regret is that he didn’t take a few photos then. He’s shared some great stories of that experience and I wonder if it feels like coming full circle in some ways, revisiting the grounds he once took care of, and now in the company of his students.
On our way back to the Iwama station, we stopped for lunch at a little café and had some great home-cooked food. No doubt inspired by the place we were in, Blevins Sensei and Les-san did a little Aikido while waiting for the train back to Tokyo.
Mid-way back to Tokyo, our train stopped while the conductor was punching tickets. He paused, a momentary change came to his face, and he calmly yet quickly left the ticket punching and strode to the front of train. We sat a while before we heard the news of why we’d stopped: an earthquake. When the train got back running, we went very slowly along the tracks for several miles before picking up speed again. We learned later that it was a 5.0 quake – the strongest since Fukishima in 2011.
Tonight’s dinner had us full of excitement. Joji Sensei had made us reservations at Yoshida, a former sumo stable and now chankonabe (sumo pot cooking) restaurant. Before dinner, we had about 1.5 hours to walk around Akihabara – known as Electric Town. It’s as high-energy as its nickname, with otaku of many forms.
Our table was one of four on the floor of what used to be training ring. Other tables were filled with a large group of Japanese women and a group of business men. After our dinner started cooking, the emcee (a former sumo competitor) welcomed everyone and said, “We hope you enjoy tonight’s presentation, but unfortunately the gaijin seated at this table won’t understand a word,” as he waved his arm toward our group and everyone giggled. I understood enough Japanese to have gotten his joke, and Blevins Sensei of course understood all of it. We smiled and chuckled, too.
Like Shabu Shabu, chankonabe involved cooking a heaping platter of crab, shrimp, chicken, scallops, salmon, tofu, and vegetables in a simmering pot of liquid. We polished off everything but about 5 lonely onions. Oishii up!
Tuesday, May 26: Tokyo to Takayama
After we checked out of the hotel, we headed to the station to await our train for the next leg of our journey. Priscilla-san, Ken-san, and John-san from Itoh Sensei’s group were on the platform and we wished them good travels. They were heading to Kyoto.
We would be traveling northwest on the Hikari (ひかり) train from Tokyo to the little mountain town of Takayama by way of Nagoya.
After a two-hour ride to Nagoya, we changed trains to the Hida Wide View line. I think the name came from the huge windows on both sides of the train, which really helped take in the views up the mountain canyons as we headed toward Takayama, skirting a river much of the way.
We arrived at the charming Takayama station, and I was honestly surprised by how many non-Japanese there were in the station. In Tokyo, it seemed our Aikido groups were often the only foreigners in many places. Here, in this small town, were Americans, Australians, Europeans, and other nationalities.
A few minutes after Blevins Sensei called the hotel, the shuttle bus arrived and took us up, up, up the side of the mountain to the Hagi Takayama Kanko Hotel, perched on the side of the mountain overlooking the valley where Takayama nestled. What a view, what a fantastic hotel.
After the good-natured staff showed us to our lovely and huge tatami rooms – one room could have easily fit all of us – we headed out for a short walk before dinner. Several trails were accessible from the hotel, and the one we took meandered out to a gazebo that overlooked town and a range of high mountains.
For dinner, we had reserved the multi-course Kaiseki Dinner featuring many local ingredients and recipes. A visual and gastronomic feast, with varied items, tastes, textures.
Everything was delicious, but for one thing. Well, the fish itself was oishii, but I could not bring myself to eat the head of the grilled fish, much to the chiding of my table mates. Next time….
After dinner, we changed into our yukata and headed to the hotel onsen. The men’s and women’s areas had indoor and outdoor pools, and the hotel also had several private pools that could be reserved.
Wednesday, May 27: Takayama
After our breakfast — as beautiful and varied as dinner had been the night before, with so many treasures in little compartments — we took the hotel shuttle into town. Our first stop was the morning market. Great little booths lined the street along the river, which was strewn with koi flags.
One of the best finds was a calligrapher. Les-san suggested getting a sign done with the dojo kanji for the California dojo, so we did. The calligrapher seemed very pleased it was for our dojo, and he wanted a photo of himself with the sign and Blevins Sensei to hang in his shop.
I also found amazing blown glass sake glasses and a selection of fabrics for my Mom, the Master Quilter.
Next we toured the Ninja Museum, with artifacts from Ninja days gone by and rooms with suspended ceilings (the better to crush intruders with). Lunch was at a little shop to have another sampling of one of my favorite meals on the trip: sansai soba – buckwheat noodles with mountain vegetables. Oishii up!
After lunch, our next stop was the Hida Folk Village, a collection of historic structures brought in from across Japan and restored there. It was just on the other side of town, so we started walking… and walked some more, and then walked a bit more, and stopped for an iced coffee to restore our energy, and then walked some more. It seemed there was a Takayama Triangle in which map distance did not equal real distance, but finally we made it, and what a wonderful place.
Most of the buildings were of the gassho-zukuri architecture, which means “prayer-hands construction,” with steeply pitched thatch roofs to fend off the heavy snows of the mountain regions. They didn’t use nails or joists in the roofing, but instead were fastened with ropes. Ingenious.
When the village closed at 5:00, we made our way to the bus stop across the street to catch a ride back into town. Ah, but how silly we were to think this. The village closed at 5:00, but the last bus was at 4:49. It made perfect sense, haha.
At least town was all downhill. We started our trek back and watched a man back his sedan in a parking lot. All was well until we heard an ugly crash of metal hitting rock. He’d backed his car into a deep stone-lined ditch and had gotten out to look at it.
“Here’s our ride,” Blevins Sensei quietly said to me as we approached to see how we all could help.
With several three-point turns and the aid of hand signals, the man was out of the ditch and poised at the parking lot exit. Blevins Sensei asked him a few questions, and he started clearing out the front seat so there would be room for all of us in his car. Here was our ride, indeed.
He owned the tire store in town and was on his way home, which was just a block or two from the train station area where we were dropped off. We thanked him over and over, bowed deeply, and said goodnight. Just a few minutes later, as we were walking through downtown deciding on where to eat dinner that night, we saw him again outside his house. His face brightened as he saw us walking down the street. What a lovely non-coincidental experience it all was – a gift from the row of Jizo statues at the Hida Folk Village and other journey kami, I believe.
The town of Takayama once was named Hida, and to this day, its local Hida beef is renowned. Marbled, tender, tasty. We’d had a bit of Hida beef the night before with our Kaiseki Dinner, and we wanted more. A hibachi restaurant fulfilled our craving with three cuts of Hida beef, and just a couple vegetables as a side attraction to the delicious grilled meat.
We took a cab up the hill to the hotel and wrapped up a wonderful day with a soak in the onsen and a gathering in John-san’s room to watch Japanese TV and talk.
Thursday, May 28: Takayama to Kyoto
After another multi-course breakfast at our Takayama hotel, we checked out and took the shuttle back to the train station to await our train that would take us back to Nagoya and then on to Kyoto.
Kyoto Station was architecturally gorgeous, from the exposed steel structure inside, to the cubist repetition outside, and the enchanting stairway with LED lights that changed colors and patterns. We had lunch at a “we deep-fry everything here” teriyaki restaurant inside the city-like station before checking in at the APA Hotel Kyotoeki-Horikawadori around the corner and down the block from the other APA hotel.
After a two-hour rest, we met in the lobby for our first night out in Kyoto and made our way to Gion. This very old and historic part of Kyoto still has Geisha, and we saw a few on their way to engagements. Although I’ve never been to Paris, I think Gion at night might have that same feeling of history and beauty with soft lights and a gentle breeze as we walked the old cobblestone streets.
Friday, May 29: Kyoto
We started the day with an early cab ride to the Nanzen-Ji temple, maybe a 10-mile drive from our hotel. It was quiet and peaceful when we arrived, as the throngs of visitors wouldn’t arrive for another hour or two. We walked through the garden areas and ancient aqueducts (still operational) and made our way out the gate to begin the Philosopher’s Walk (哲学の道, Tetsugaku no michi) to the Silver Pavilion and Kiyomizudera (清水寺, Pure Water Temple).
The approach to Kiyomizudera followed the steep, narrow lane of the Higashiyama District. The street was teeming with people but foot traffic flowed remarkably well as shoppers wove in and out of the stores that lined the street.
Along the way, many in our group were politely stopped by groups of school kids practicing their English. They’d ask a few fun questions (one of mine was “who’s your favorite anime?” My answer: Totoro!), write down the answers, and sometimes offer a small gift of origami or other keepsake. I got a request for a photo with these great kids, and I cherish it.
The Otowa Waterfall at the base of the Kiyomizudera temple’s massive main hall is a magnet for visitors. The waters are divided into three streams from which visitors can drink via cups attached to long poles. One website said the streams have different benefits – longevity, success at school, and a fortunate love life. However, as the article instructed, it’s considered greedy to drink from all three streams!
Saturday, May 30: Osaka
We hit breakfast at Mister Donut in Kyoto Station before getting the train for our day trip to Osaka. Our first stop in Osaka was Osaka Jo Koen, the Osaka Castle and Park.
The tour of Osaka castle took us up eight floors and through a chronology of the history of the castle and the 400th anniversary of the clash between the Toyotomi and Tokugawa clans. After the tour, we explored the grounds and found a Shudokan, a martial arts hall with classes in Kendo, Judo, and Naginata. We also walked by a Kyūdōjō, where a few women were outside with their bows in long cases waiting for class.
From there, we took a local train to the Q’s Mall in Osaka for a little shopping (super cool shirt shop and Ninja stores right next door to each other) and then Spa World – a multi-storied hot bath extravaganza! The men’s and women’s floors change every month or so, and for this visit, the woman’s floor had at least eight bath areas: Rome, Greece, Finland, Italy, Mediterranean (outside with a cool waterfall), salt sauna, herbal baths, and geranium foot soak. After an hour and a half, we met in the common area and let the Doctor Fish have a go at our travel-weary feet. We then headed up to the top floor and the family area with a lazy river (perfect for a Brazilian Koshi Nage – arigatou, Les-san!) and a huge hot tub, where we sat and talked before ending our Spa World experience.
On the Shinkansen back to Kyoto, the train was delayed again. Another earthquake. This one was about 8.5 magnitude, located offshore luckily, so it did no damage.
Sunday, May 31: Kyoto to Tokyo
Before we boarded the train from Kyoto back to Tokyo, we took a cab to Shousei En Garden, a lovely place where we spent an hour quietly walking around. On the way, I spotted this instructional parking sign.
On the train to Tokyo, Blevins Sensei pointed out the window on the side of the train where I was sitting and said to keep an eye open. Mount Fuji would be on that side and it might be a clear enough day to see it. Next to me was a Japanese woman a few years older than me. We said hello and I started reading another chapter of “Wild” as I glanced up now and then in hopes of seeing Fuji-san. I dozed off, and my seat mate tapped me excitedly on the shoulder.
“If we could see Fuji-san, it would be right there, out the window! But we can’t see it today! But if we could, it would be RIGHT THERE!” She was so excited, and of course all of this was in Japanese, and I was excited that I understood what she was saying!
I shared her excitement, and disappointment, at not being able to see the revered mountain today. We started talking about where we both were going, and she asked where we been and what we had seen. I shared about Tokyo and the Budokan, and our trip to Takayama, Kyoto, and Osaka, and now back to Tokyo. She said, wow, we’d seen a lot of the country! I asked if she’d ever climbed Mount Fuji. Oh, no no no, she said. Too much for her, but she thought it was beautiful.
This – my first real (albeit simple) conversation with a Japanese person – was great fun and a great milestone. My very basic knowledge of Japanese was aided by several pantomimes and shared laughs at figuring out the right words, but I believe the bigger reason for the relative success of my first real conversation was my willingness to do my best, not worry about perfect grammar and vocabulary, and just go for it. Hmm. It’s a lot like Aikido.
After checking in to our hotel — Keio Presso Inn Higashi-Ginza — and a 20-minute break to leave our luggage, we were back in the lobby to go explore the intensely busy Harajuku and Shibuya areas, followed by dinner at the best ramen shop in Tokyo (discovered and shared by Izawa Sensei), and shopping at Kiddy Land and Oriental Bazaar, two great stores for gifts and souvenirs.
After we got back to our hotel, we went out for a late second dinner to Sushizanmai, a 24-hour sushi place just a short walk from our hotel. The beauty of Ginza is its proximity to Tsukiji, the world’s business fish market, so great and abundant and reasonably priced sushi was everywhere.
Monday, June 1: Tokyo
Next door to the hotel was a neat pottery shop, and I stopped in as soon as it opened before the rest of the group met for breakfast in the hotel. There, and only there, did I find a blown glass sake decanter to match the cups I found Takayama. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
In the many train stations we were in, we frequently saw signs cautioning not to rush to board the train, as doing so could cause injury, perhaps death. For me, it was a good reminder of Aikido training, and echoed a phrase that Les-san uses a lot in class: “Be quick, but don’t hurry.” Actually, I think it’s good advice for any endeavor.
After a quick breakfast at the hotel, we headed to Asakusa for a little more shopping before taking the Sumida River cruise, which ends at the Hama-Rikyu Gardens and tea house, where we had a nice cup of matcha sitting outside.
Next on the day’s agenda was a visit to Seido, the martial arts supply store. Blevins Sensei had called earlier to inquire about visiting, and the employee said, “It’s little confusing. You might want to take a cab.” A couple hours, several local train connections, and a cab ride later, we arrived at Seido, a little store packed with keiko gi of different fabrics, hakamas, weapons, obis, and gear bags. We all bought something and left happy with our Seido packages tucked under our arms.
On the way back, we stopped at the remarkable New Otani Hotel and its amazing garden. The garden dates back over 400 years, when samurai lord Kato Kiyomasa owned one of his residences on this site. It was a tranquil counterpoint to the bustle of Tokyo, which lay just below and outside the gardens.
From there, we made our way toward our last dinner in Japan. The same restaurant where we had Shabu Shabu when we arrived in Tokyo was also known for its traditional Sukiyaki with a raw pasteurized egg. Prepared similarly to Shabu Shabu with a simmering pot of liquid, vegetables, and beef, it’s finishing up by adding udon noodles to the broth. Les-san again showed his cooking prowess, much to the consternation and entertainment of our kind server.
Back at the hotel, we sat in the lobby for a while, enjoying a final Kanpai with sake we’d brought from Takayama and watching sumo videos on YouTube.
Tuesday, June 2: Tokyo and departure
Our flight didn’t leave until 5:00 pm, which gave us time to take in the sights of Tsukiji and a little more sightseeing around Ginza.
We arrived at the inner workings of the fish market well after the day’s sales were finished, but while it was “after hours” at Tsukiji, it was still very busy. After dodging propane-powered carts and peering in bin after bin holding nearly countless varieties of seafood, we had lunch — sushi, of course!
We passed the historic Kabuki theater and other Ginza sights before getting our bags at the hotel and taking a cab to the Shinagawa JR station. From there, the Narita Express deposited us at Terminal 1 at Narita International Airport, and we made an easy pass through security and exchanged money from Yen to USD.
Twelve or so hours and two or so movies later, we touched down in LAX, our Japan 2015 trip complete and successful in every way.
I will forever remember the lights above me while standing on the floor of the Budokan waiting for our demo to begin; seeing Iwama with my amazing teacher, Blevins Sensei, my wonderful Sempai, Les-san, and student John-san; my short conversation with the woman on the train; the serenity of the many gardens and temple grounds; training at Hombu, where the common language of Aikido is spoken by students from around the world; the charm of Takayama; the respectful energy of Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto.
And mostly, I will remember the priceless time spent with dear friends and new acquaintances who share a passion for Aikido. Thanks, universe, for putting me on this path.
My thanks also to Nami Motomura at IACE Travel in Boston for her help in putting together the details of our itinerary.
Tokyo / Shinagawa
Toyoko Inn Tokyo Shinagawa Aomono-yokocho-eki
3 CHOME-1-20 Minami-Shinagawa
Shinagawa-ku, Tokyo 140-0004
Hagi Takayama Kanko Hotel
APA Hotel Kyotoeki-Horikawadori
1 Banchi Nishi-Aburakoji, Shiokoji, Aburakoujidori, Shimogyo-ku, Kyoto-shi, Kyoto-fu
Tokyo / Ginza
Keio Presso Inn Higashi-Ginza
4-7-3, Tsukiji Chuo-ku, Tokyo 104-0045