I took a long trip. Through the American North-west, seeing much of this countries most scenic wilderness. I won`t say where as I`ve written enough about that elsewhere. But I traveled on foot and that made all the difference. Intensely solitary and introspective, it was more than I bargained for. I practiced with the sword, thought about formulas, systems, footwork, angles- all that pertains to the movement of a sword. And what ultimately did I arrive at? That I have much more work to do. I came back a little stronger and possesing a balance honed to a fine edge but the trip widened the horizon which I thought lay but a few miles distant. Now I see it stretched out of sight, a vast and seemingly impossible distance to cross.
Im anxious now to concentrate on further examinations of possibilities. How can I evolve and how can I push the boundary of my ability? Ill continue to write of these thoughts and the progress I make in understanding the perfect cut, but now Im back in the city, full of distractions to my desire and it will be hard to focus. But the memories I have of days and nights of wandering should help in bolstering these times of soul-numbing dullness and compromise. Well much to look forward to, till later.
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