Thinking of my time in Nagano today for some strange reason. Maybe it’s the total reverse of temperature. Walking the streets in freezing wet snow; the sounds; the kind people; the distance sounds of monks chanting in the monastery. The small dojo I passed welcoming me to watch from the window? I like the idea of offering prayer to nature….a written word to feel the rain, heat and snow.
Buddhism: Contributions to the Martial Arts:
LIFE IS SACRED
DISCIPLINE OF THE MIND