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Martial Arts

The art does not make the artist; the artist makes the art.

My introduction to martial arts was fashioned after a Japanese system.  The hierarchy was a belt system: white – green – purple – brown – black.  Throughout my twenties, I trained with the Martial Arts Conservatory in New York City and regularly attended tournaments.  The Dojo was my sanctuary, even while I worked the long hard hours in the real estate business; by age thirty, I had rank in American and Okinawan Goju Ryu, Shotokan and was introduced to QiGong, Tai Chi Chuan, BaGua and Hatha yoga.  Just after I had received my Shodan (first-degree black belt), I wandered into an Angolan Capoeira class; the Mestre was Joao Grande.  What was this fascinating rhythmic athletic movement?  It had lore and a mysticism that provoked my senses in ways I could not explain.  I attended classes there and continued to practice at the Martial Arts Conservatory.  I was constantly practicing but it was not until I was well into my thirties that I began to get a glimpse of the profound subtleties within movement. Continue reading Martial Arts