sabrinamari | Daily practice

I'm enjoying Trent's martial arts practice. Watching him, it's easy to see how well he is fitted to it. He spins his bow staff with effortless grace, whirling and jabbing as if he is part of a dance---which he is. It's so natural in him that he barely has to try. He absorbs the moves almost through osmosis, as if he's known them for years and only needs a brief prod to his memory. Most of all, he seems perfectly himself as he moves. He does not judge himself for missteps, but simply picks himself up and begins again. He'll spontaneously flow into a kata whenever he's thinking, or there is nothing else to do. Moments later, he'll leap onto one of us in a surprise attack of love and kisses.

I'm glad we chose this space. It's perfectly designed for who he is. I liked it the moment I saw it last summer: its long lines and wide expanses of uncluttered floor and are illuminated by plenty of light. Trent can flow through his forms on the main floor without taking a moment to clear out the space, and the wood under his feet supports him without slowing him down.

I love it too: clutter in my space usually means clutter in my heart and mind, so it's better for me to lean towards less in the way of furniture and things.

I've noticed that when I'm in transition or undergoing a rebirth, I am more likely to leave my stuff piled about, but when my heart is easy, my space is clean and clear. Better to own less and enjoy it more than to hold on to too much and trip on the evidence of my own chaotic heart tumbling around me.

Or I could emulate Trent and suspend my judgements, flowing through the spaces that remain and picking myself up after each misstep. That seems like a more generous, rewarding model to follow.