Chinese martial arts, thoughts after 20 years

 Each person's perspective is shaped by their unique journey through life, informed by experiences both aligning with and diverging from those of their peers.  This is how we gain an understanding of any discipline or practice and how we root those disciplines in the world around us.  Martial arts are no different and how we inform and develop that discipline is a reflection of our personal journey.  

I was drawn to Traditional Chinese Martial Arts (TCMA) or kung fu because of the beauty and complexity of its movements.  Few movement arts rival the Northern Chinese styles for the sheer diversity of the movements incorporated in the practice.  This emphasis on movement complexity and diversity invites comparison to modern dance and other very broad styles of movement.   For many,  TCMA has become a danceform devoid of any combat context.  For myself, my experience in weapon based competition before TCMA gave me an early desire to see how the movements I was learning could be used under pressure in combat.  

Fighting is a form of serious play with structure and rules like any game.  The exception is when individuals seek to use violence against others but don’t want to engage in the game of fighting at all, instead using some hidden advantage or surprise to get what they want.   The world of ‘self-defense’ is attempting to prepare people for these surprise violent encounters.  In contrast, ritualised combat as we find in sports and even ‘street fights’ are games with some measure of rules and specific contexts which determine what will be effective or will not.  There is social expectation and pressure on how to act and what to do.  If someone tries to get into a street fight with you and you drop your trousers and wave your hands in the air as though you’re not in your right mind, they probably won’t want to play with you .  The context in which you are playing this game will decide what movements are favoured by the rules, the environment, or the physicality of the fighters.

  In any fighting discipline, there is a balance being found between the advantage gained by being really good at a few techniques, specialising in strategies for how to use them, and the advantage gained by doing diverse techniques the opponent is not prepared for, expecting, or experienced with.  Should I have a huge list of options that keep the opponent guessing? Or should I just master a few techniques, improve my tactics with them, and focus on getting as fast and as strong as possible.  This is not a new question and martial artists have always grappled with this.  There are hundreds of TCMA styles and they all answered these questions differently as well.  The Northern Shaolin style I have dedicated myself to chose diversity over specialisation.

Sport Combat traditionally limited the number of techniques a person could use (ie. only certain punches, kicks, or throws), simplifying that aspect of the game so that physical ability, tactics, and willpower became the clear source of success.  Creativity occasionally finds ways to challenge this formula but that is not the norm.  These games are the best way to get really good at a subset of techniques.  Boxers will be the best at using the handful of techniques allowed in boxing.  Taekwondo competitors will be the best at using their subset of kicks.  In the modern era, mixed martial arts competition typically take the limited technique subsets from these sports and add them together into larger subsets for a more complex game.  Thanks to flexible rules, movements beyond the classical sport systems (boxing, wrestling, jiu jitsu, judo, k-1 kickboxing, muay thai, taekwondo, karate point fighting) do occasionally find their way into the mix. However, generally everyone has a handful of techniques taken from the styles they or their coaches have had the most experience with putting into practice in other games.  No one practices every judo throw or kickboxing attack; instead, fighters focus on moves they trust will work for them within the complexity of the game.

Few would dispute that modern MMA's repertoire of techniques continues to expand.  At some point in the near future, if you took all the moves used by all the fighters in MMA I think it will be as diverse and complex a library of movements and techniques as you typically find in TCMA.  Most traditional martial arts are mixed martial arts, involving all the types of fighting ‘games’ you might encounter.  The fact that you might kill or be killed didn’t stop these from being games in my perspective.  You  needed to be ready for whatever the other person tried to do and you had to be good enough at some of those games that you were likely to be able to outsmart or overwhelm your opponent in that way.  

Additionally, training involved the entire physical culture of preparation.  This included all the training and conditioning necessary to get the body to be able to both perform desired techniques and avoid being overwhelmed by the techniques of others.  Before modern workout methods, Kung fu styles were famous for their intense strength, flexibility, and toughness training.  Long hours in challenging positions built isometric strength, vital for strengthening tendons and ligaments.  Iron body skills, a form of conditioning to develop the body’s capacity to withstand impact, thickened bones, skin and connective tissue.  Training TCMA in a traditional way requires a lot of time spent pursuing these methods, although they may be derided for being outdated or suboptimal.  My own experience has shown these traditional techniques to be effective for all the needs of my own training.  Additionally, this sort of training prioritises moderation and longevity, with a cultural focus on being capable and strong for as many years as possible.

Along with the development of martial skills, importance was given to the development of an individual’s sense of virtue.  Especially given the ties between martial arts and the religious movements in China, a responsibility of any teacher was to imbue a sense of ethic in their students, known as Wǔdé. This is a focus of TCMA which is somewhat underappreciated or missing in modern sport styles.  Understanding how to choose the appropriate and minimal amount of force for any encounter was one key, while seeking the best and often non-violent way to protect those in danger was another.  This ethic of minimising violence has sometimes become a justification for those who do not wish to engage in fighting games at all, and has lead to TCMA moving further and further from combat efficacy over time.

Unlike most people who love fighting and competition, I love forms.  Forms, or tàolù, are central to many TCMA systems.  These are choreographed sequences done alone or in pairs.  These do not teach you how to fight and they were never intended to.  They teach you principles of movement, good mechanics of force generation, posture and footwork.  They are not sufficient for any of these skills either however.  Subjectively my body loves practicing them, and I feel great doing them.  Having choreographies passed down to me that I keep with me everywhere I go and that keep my body feeling capable and strong are a tremendous gift.  They are a storehouse of techniques, practices, and ideas influenced by all the teachers who knew the form before me.  Whether a given form is a few centuries old or a few decades old does not change this embodiment of knowledge and experience.  As a practitioner you have to trust that each teacher included the techniques they personally had the most experience with while preserving the techniques of other teachers, even when those techniques didn’t work as well for themselves.  This leads to a comprehensive library of possible techniques, combinations of techniques, and hints to the strategies for applying them.  Coding the knowledge of the system in this way makes the tradition much more resilient than memory would otherwise allow.  Also, even movements I do not find personally useful might be ideal for my students with different body types or dispositions and this prevents me from only showing those techniques I favour.

My journey as a martial artist and a teacher has been to understand all of the movements passed down to me.  I was lucky that my Sifu and the other teachers who helped me offered me a good understanding of many applications for the movements in the forms.  This was much more help than many people get learning TCMA.  For my interest this still wasn’t enough.  My goal has been to understand and feel confident in using all the movements I know.  This has led me to seek out techniques and strategies from other styles but specifically sport styles who have the most experience putting their techniques into practice.  

Often, once I have learned a key principle which enables a movement I know to work, it unlocks many other variations on the movement which are already locked away in my forms.  When I get better at other systems of wrestling, or striking, or throwing, I am much better able to make use of all that my own system has to offer.  My hope is to do much of this work so that those following after me don’t have to.  People who learn from me should get the chance to develop all of those skills and to a level that permits them to jump into competition with people who specialise in those specific games, and at least offer some challenge.  After that, they can choose to specialise and develop in the ways they personally prefer, but regardless, the mixed martial arts system of Northern Shaolin kung fu will continue to be a complete system from which someone can be based.

Most people who practice traditional martial arts and value being able to realistically put their art into practice have a difficult position in the modern culture of fighting.  The skillsets used in combat games are really good at winning those combat games.  TCMA won’t be as good at those games which favour other movements.  Modern MMA competition has decided the best skillsets are the ones used in those combat games.  Many traditional martial artists lack opportunities to engage deeply with their own combat games, which limits their ability to refine their skillsets and thus contribute to broader conversations on martial arts.  Also, even those who get good at one game, such as taiji ‘push hands’ or wing chun ‘sticky hands’ don’t play other games so that they could become well-rounded mixed martial artists.  Because people are not training this way, there are not good examples of TCMA winning fights in modern competition.  This doesn’t mean that the arts can’t be used that way, but its current practitioners haven’t done the work to do so.  Without any fighters ‘proving the system’, the techniques and principles are often disregarded as ineffective.   Often the martial artists who want to develop their skillset for competition are told they have to use other systems, and so even people who say they are doing kung fu rarely fight using the techniques of their system.  I have encountered this for years. 

 I don’t have enough people who practice what I do with whom to play the games I need to in order to get good at my movements. Instead I go and play games with people from other styles and try to beat them at their own games, which is not as good at getting me good at what I do.  I would argue some of my greatest insights come from teaching and working with my students but this is still not equal to having regular competition with practitioners at my skill level.  I’m still trying anyway and as I step into boxing/mma/kickboxing matches, I have to accept not doing as well as I would like and often losing.  Even as I continue to get better at my skillset, getting good at ring fighting and becoming proficient at managing nerves, excitement, and fear is its own challenge. 

In 20 years of training, I cannot remember a single year in which I did not gain new insights into how to better practice and apply my art.  It has provided me a relationship to my body and access to states of flow which have seen me through my hardest times.  Foremost, in games with competitors, training partners and students it has been a deep source of fun.  I hope I’ll be able to say the same in 20 more years.

12

12. 12 years since 2012. Twelve fingers I was born with—until my family and doctors, worried about my ability to fit in, had them removed. 12 years since I felt called to share my thoughts in a wider way; since I tried writing and organising them in this somewhat public forum. 12 seems to recur in significant ways as we organise our experience in the Western world. In hours and in months.

We are excellent at finding connections between entirely different aspects of our experience. We see connections and significance everywhere we look. We get lost in noticing it or we rebel and become adamant there is no significance in these synchronicities and coincidences at all. We get lost in denying significance. We forget that we are the arbiters of significance and we choose what matters as we craft the story of ourselves.

I chose ‘finding logos’, years ago, because I was enchanted by the concept of words making sense of the cosmos. Granting sense to the cosmos. The greek idea of Logos, as described by Heraclitus, seemed to be the same Tao spoken of by Laozi. Perhaps proving that it is “not something that can be forgotten or left in the marketplace” or something which must be “passed from father to son,” but instead something any of us can find. We find signs of the connective ordering principle of the universe whenever we open ourselves to noticing it. In chinese Tao or 道 dào, is a path, or perhaps more accurately ‘way-making’. In philosophy, it’s something active, that we do, and which everything does. We do not so much find our way as work with everything else to make our way. Logos is the word, it is speech and it is ‘sense-making’. The Greeks leaned on language to find reason, whereas the Chinese from the outset denied it as getting in the way, but then went on talking.

“Now I will try to say some words here about ‘this’... Now I have said something. But I do not-yet know; has what I have said really said anything? Or has it not really said anything?” Zhuangzi

Well, let’s find some words and make our way.

I haven’t lived in trees in a long time, more than for a night or two, but I know them much better now and I am finding my way to back to sleeping in their boughs.

I’m still learning languages. Fluency, like a carrot on a stick, dangles just out of reach—sometimes closer, sometimes farther and with each language pulling me in different . I have accepted my relationship with languages will always be frustrating.

I still train parkour. Though I flip less than I used to, I feel more comfortable than ever moving with confidence in the ways I have practiced. The gift of time for sure.

I still practice kung fu. In 12 years I gained students and began teaching. I left those students to find other training as I left the country, the continent, and all the communities that had helped me become who I am. I teach now again. I still learn, and I haven’t stopped being amazed at what my art reveals to me over time.

So little else about my life is the same after all this time. Not long after my last entry in 2012, I met my partner H. Some time later we decided we would leave the US and make a life for ourselves elsewhere. We got married in a ceremony only attended by siblings and our two closest friends and then we left. We set out to do relationship and marriage differently, and better, and I think we largely have. For this reason we keep our marriage mostly to ourselves, something we picked up a long the way.

We lived in several countries, trying to learn who we were and who we could be, in new environments and in a new partnership. We realised what mattered to us more and more as we went on and became better able to search those things out and cultivate them when we found them.

We settled in Scotland, feeling called to the temperate rainforests we had found in the western stretches of Ireland and the UK. The shockingly green woods reveal themselves as if from a fairy tale, daring you to deny the magic of the natural world.

We embraced a much closer relationship to the natural world than we had felt able to cultivate before. I slept in trees before, but now I cultivated relationships with them. I learned their rhythms, their stories; their friendships and rivalries. Staying still, I found myself learning all the plants and fungi in this new home. I let myself grow roots and try to see where I fit in my adopted ecosystem.

Community and human connection emerged as critical sources of meaning. H and I knew early on we were going to live in community everywhere we went and that where we couldn’t find it we would make it. We now live in a house with 8 others and we have been living this way, in intentional community for most of the past 7 years. We are working towards a vision of community in the woods, with treehouses and friends that will be the next step in our journey.

We also embraced a journey to not close the doors to the love that could come into our lives through new connections. Early in our relationship we discussed our beliefs in the value of being open to romance and love with others and I realised how much I had always felt called to romantic love with more than one person. We worked to create space in our relationship to live polyamorously and allow as much connection and love into our lives as we could respectfully and logistically hold. Years later, we are as in love with each other as ever and both have other significant others with whom we learn, love, and grow. We could not be who we are now without those people we chose to invite into our lives and the journey it has taken in order to try to do so well.

I wrote this mostly for myself, feeling a tear in the fabric that needed a patch, linking past and present. I am excited to share the λόγος I continue to find and hope you, too, can weave meaning from all this madness.

There’s so much more to say but that’s a start.

Exhale, reflections on the journey

      “The road is ready for everyone, but not everyone is ready for the road,” said Kull, a man who gave me a ride in the countryside of Western Arkansas.  These words, like so many others, coupled with the faces and names to which they are attached ricochet within the chambers of my remembrance as I look back on the past many months of my life.  So many words form and then dissolve as I try to capture some thread that I might follow to recount or at least debrief the story of my most recent adventures.  I have traveled all of my life.  I inherited traveling much as one might gain some family recipe or the list of recipients for Christmas Cards.  Like for the recipe, I was first taken through the steps as a child would normally be, watching a family member create the dish they are to become so fond of.   But, as with the child that is destined first to gain a sweet tooth, and then doubly doomed by becoming a baker, the process of  enjoying and providing myself with travel recalls the earlier memories but stands on its own feet having become an art and experience beyond the reach of my younger self.
       I have gone farther from home on almost every real trip I have ever taken before this one, but within my own perceptions and in tracing the nebulous outline which defines my self I have perhaps never gone so far.  A little more than a year ago, were I to examine my knowledge of love, of faith, of despair, of trust, and so many other gems that grant us the depth of our humanity, I would surely have found my previous experiences had well-informed and developed my awareness and understanding.  I have tried to live my life passionately and freely and I think I have lived it well for how short it has been.  I could not have guessed that I would find so much about these things in this year such that it might contend with all those before it.  I’m not going to talk about the deep ideological and political struggles I witnessed and was afloat in.  Nor do I find this the time or place to begin to craft some epic poem describing all the harrowing adventures I had as I tried to survive and thrive on  the road.  Instead, I want to let this be a deep breath after the Odyssey, where I look you in the eyes and perhaps through my words the transformation wrought by the journey is made clear.
      I covered more than 15000 miles of road this year, all of it spent with total strangers or long lost friends.  I hitchhiked on the backs of pickups and with families in their minivans.  I snuck onto buses and trains.  I slept on streets, in mansions, and in more trees than I could count.  I lived without a penny to my name for weeks sometimes, and having already exhausted all my savings for many months.  I met hobos, hillbillies, rockstars, and leaders in business and politics.  I learned that we are all the same and that also there is no common man.  Most importantly I realized that I can.  I can live a life trusting in complete strangers and the whims of fate because however we try to hide it, we all must.  I learned that no dollar is as valuable as the next stranger you have the good fortune to speak to.  There is no dark and dangerous street that someone has not had to call a home.  There is no expensive and beautiful place that cannot be made to feel like a prison.  Happiness, freedom, wealth, friendship- all these things are more internal than external.  They cannot be given if they are not ready to be received and for those who know how to really have them they can never be taken.
     I think anyone’s life can be examined from the question of how they have lived with fear.  I think our entire society is a means of mitigating our fears.  Every thing around us seeks to distance us from our fears.  For our health and sanity I’m sure there was some point to which it was necessary, but it has all run away from us now.  The world must constantly create new fears to justify itself as old fears are vanquished.  It is through our fear of change, change to our wellbeing and to our security and to our ideologies, that we allow the most disastrous changes to be wrought.  We have changed the natural world around us, our bodies, our diets, our ways of interacting and caring, and most of these changes have occurred because we were afraid.  We fear each other, our governments, nature, and ourselves.  But what if we didn‘t? 
    I’m not worried about anyone else’s answer anymore.  I don’t hold anyone’s choices against them.  This world will not be saved or ruined by anything I think.  This world will not be saved or ruined.  Making a decision does not need to mean that decision is right for anyone else.  Choosing to do something does not need to be decided based upon how likely it is to be successful. Living should not happen out of fear of dying but if anything a fear of not living.  I’m done with everything that is not living.
    The past few years of my life may outwardly have had the appearance of this shift, but trust me the decision was an internal one recently made and perhaps it needs to be remade every day.  I am not afraid to die poor and starving on some street somewhere.  I am not afraid that my life will pass without having made a difference.   I am not afraid of being forgotten.  I am not afraid of being alone or sick or successful.  I welcome all those things.  Whatever my story is destined to be I am completely at peace with.  My life will pass and will be whatever it was but I can drink every moment for what it is worth.  I don’t need a  plan, a safety net, a fallback, or anything.  Every day will bring what it needs, be it hardship or plenty.  What I need and what I have is passion.  Passion for the things I love to live my life doing and compassion for all those other things living theirs.  I will wake up every morning I can, high in a tree, greeted by the dances of leaves.  I will touch down to the earth and take off at a run, vaulting and flipping over the world we have found and created.  I will converse with others in word or in movement and share our experiences of this organic spaceship we hug to the surface of.  I will have ideas big and small.  I will not let them rule me, but I will follow them for so long as they tug upon my heart and foster my loves.  I will leave.  Not tomorrow or next month, but soon, sooner than I can sometimes bear, on adventures that have no end.  I will leave on foot and by thumb and head west until I hit ocean.  I will talk my way over sea or air until I’m on land and then continue the process repeated.  I will learn every language I can, climb trees, master my arts every day with all my strength, be hungry, be poor, be lost, be helpful, be a shoulder to cry on and a hand for the fallen, and I will be happy as I am right now no matter where I am and what is happening.   I will write books I may never publish and scribble poems I may never share,  invent moves and forget them, learn words and leave them behind.  I will tell stories and listen to others.  Nothing is as valuable to the human mind as the story, and I will be a very wealthy man.
     I don’t know if I’ll continue this blog or not, but I’ll give some thoughts.  Not advice, but these things help open doors for me all the time.  Smile and mean it.  Hug, and when you do, realize that every hug may be both of your last on this world.  Trees are better than any gym anyone can build.  Do what ever you love every day because then no matter what happens, a day will never feel wasted.  If you’re a traveler find something you love to do and don’t give it up because of the road, in fact bring it with you and hold it close.  Drink lots of water. 

Journey to the East... Coast

Hi everyone, been a little while. This will be my first blog since my tablet died and now I type on a smartphone. First of all, why did I head east? Well, originally it was the idea of friends who ended up not showing up unfortunately. Once the initial seed had been planted I gave it a lot of my own motivations. I needed to travel, and if it had not been here it would have been Mexico or Asia I imagine. I really needed to see for myself how the occupy movement was doing in the part of the country that started it, and I'll speak more on that in a bit. I also felt a need to see my own country a bit more, especially as it is in this strange age it finds itself. However what really sealed my need to come this way was that I had not seen my grandparents on this side of the country in a decade, and no matter how you cut it that is unacceptable.
The trip has been met by fairly mixed fortunes since the beginning. Catching a rideshare off of craigslist, I meet some great people, and made a very good friend with whom I rode the whole way. We were lucky that we had an amazing amount in common and got along great since four whole days is a long time to spend with a complete stranger. We both got a friend for life from the experience I feel. Unfortunately, after Oklahoma city, we could find no other riders with whom we could split gas, so the trip was much more expensive than either of us had expected. His poor van also had a dying transmission made worse by the cold. We never knew for sure each time the car stopped, how long before it would start again, or whether it would again at all. We spent those four days eating as little as we could, passing through the coldest parts of the country, trying to stay warm sleeping in a freezing car.
Getting into dc, walking past all these crazy sites I'd only seen in movies was a bit of a trip. DC has two occupations, huge encampments in the center of the nation's capital. I made my way to the larger, somewhat more chaotic original encampment, where spirits were high and a single broad leafed evergreen, stood near the heart of camp, beckoning me to hide my portable treehouse.
Cold and rainy weather coupled with dumpster salvaged or donated meals should convince all doubters as to the commitment of these demanders of social and political change. The camp has a library, a kitchen, a radical anarchist/ communist reading room, a tea house, and now bicycle powered generators.
The day we marched on congress and the other seats of power, was a tremendous and impressionable day. Speaking in front of the national General assembly about Albuquerque's name change in support of indigenous and colonized peoples was amazing and it was great to see the huge support for something that has troubled some people needlessly. I love speaking to crowds. It was so reaffirming standing with so many others who call for and believe in the the power of non violent revolution to move for a better more equal and sustainable world. I felt a part of a peaceful army. We get by in non armed military encampments of artists and philosophers. We marshal from near and far and march to symbolic landmarks where we take and hold ground. Our only powers are our numbers, our voices, and our minds. My first view of the US supreme court was as the vanguard of a liberating army, rushing our banner up the steps and past the guards as we quickly unfurled it to welcome the thousands following us. On the fence of the white house we shared stories of hardships and family members lost to unnecessary war or curable diseases while commandos and snipers kept us in their sights.
Coming down from this day I don't know what happens next. We are still too few, and the times are just comfortable enough for enough people that they don't yet question whether we could do better for ourselves, our species, and our planet. As a warrior trained to fight, I'm still learning how to make myself useful in a peaceful revolution. As communicator, deescalator, farmer, organizer, engineer, there is a lot of learning I need before I can be more useful, but I'll do my best. I do feel we have to try, whether we have a hope of change or not.
Now, voice still hoarse from chanting, limbs cold and stiff from winter outside in a tree, I look to the next step. The friends I knew have moved on. A homeless man told the police about my hammock. We're not taking the Capital back for the disenfranchised this trip. Time to move on. We'll see how long it takes to get to south Florida, and what adventures that road holds.

We can do better

The world we live in is a product of the best and worst of our natures, but what all of them should have proven to us by now is that impossible is a direction not a static truth. We have used our ingenuity to push what is possible and have guided it in our kindness and in our depravity. We can solve problems in ways never imagined and expand conditions of destruction and suffering to every corner of the Earth. We are not limited, except by our belief in our own limitations. Science is showing that personally we are all full of more potential than most of us have ever pursued. Labels of athletic or intelligent, creative or social, and all their antonyms are instead of static conditions bestowed at birth, complex potentials that can be unlocked or ignored by the interplay of our environments and our thought processes. The body is dynamic and so is the mind. As it is with the individual, so it must be for the society. We are imposing and letting others impose limits on our human potential, while like the consumption of junkfood, our easiest and worst natures are given free reign to run amok. We let greed be the driving force in our economies and our societies because we choose it to be, not because it has to be. We let apathy, depression, and fear be our determining characteristics not by some natural truth but by the smallness of our own vision for ourselves.

I have another vision. I see nearly seven billion humans not as a liability to our world, nor as a resource for the growth of capital, but as an endless supply of human creative force. We are all geniuses, masterful athletes, loving caretakers, world changers. Anything less is a false limitation. We have the power to encourage the growth and development of every human on this planet to be a problem-solver, taking advantage of their full potential. This will never happen in the world as we have limited it today because those limitations do not accept it as a possibility. The truth is that our own ingenuity will force a decision for change. We are not valuable for our physical strength, machines are superior, and the continuing loss of jobs based on that strength makes that clear. We are not valuable for ability to store and access information, computers are superior at that, and the job market will steadily show this to be increasingly true. Our value is in our minds' creative potential to solve problems and in our emotional potential to care enough to solve them. As it is, the world will become increasingly impersonal, the mass number of people will be viewed as less and less valuable, and their sole market value as consumers will only degrade the Earth and create the conditions of their own misery, driving them into debt, inescapable as the jobs will not exist to free them. These limitations and the future they promise are unacceptable.

I believe the first limitation we must overcome is that of the They. There is no they. There is no right or left wing, no rich or poor, no smart or dumb. These are the roles we play, and which we have given ourselves to play. Do not hate the rich investor who has gambled with our resources, as he was only playing his role in the system. He was looking out for his own interests, and from the standpoint of the system, has done nothing wrong. That is why he is protected by it. The wealthy and powerful are our enemies only for so long as they are our heroes; as long as some part of ourselves wishes to be fabulously wealthy and hold power over others we are creating them. Every political line is an illusion taking advantage of our social differences to hide the many ways we are the same. We all care about our fellow humans until we let ourselves believe the limitations we have placed on them and see them as less. We allow religion, ethnicity, culture, and even geography to be used against us by those of us who are in power. We encourage enmity at all levels of our society and use it to justify everything wrong we see around us. It is always their fault; but it's not. Every day that we limit each other and ourselves it is our fault, regardless of the role we play, as leader or follower, rich or poor, educated or uneducated, conservative or liberal. There is no enemy.

There is also no endpoint. We cannot allow the system of limitations to continue. There is no perfect world, but there will always be solutions to help make a better one. We will never be done, and that is the beauty of it. We are perfectly capable of always changing, always collaborating, and always caring enough to continue. I believe this is a path. I believe we have been walking on it every moment of our history. However, too long we have been carrying these burdens which weigh us down, causing us to hate ourselves, and hide our real goals.

Although there is no endpoint we have real goals. We want to be healthy, given the chance to breathe clean air, eat good food, and live a long healthy life. We want security, so that we need not fear for our loved ones. We want challenge; to be able to go out challenging ourselves, or being challenged, to be better, do more, and work towards our visions. We want freedom, to pursue these goals and live our lives with those we care about and in the way we believe will make our lives good. We all want those things, work for those things, fight for those things, and blame others and ourselves for not having them. We must believe that there are ways to find them for everyone, and then once that belief is held, we must direct all of our greatest human potential towards finding them. Only once the limitations are stripped away and this possibility embraced, does there exist a chance for it.

I believe we have answers and will come up with many more. I believe we can accept that this is for all of us, not just some, and that we are all on the same side. I believe we can do better than our limitations have allowed. I believe we need not have our societies, communities, and ourselves guided by our worst natures, but instead encourage our best. I believe this so strongly that I am willing to work every day for the rest of my life to help everyone's limitations be dropped, their potential be reached, and this world set free of the corruption we have allowed for so long because we saw no other way. We are all the revolution. There is no perfect answer, but we must strive for a better one.

Steps on the Path...

There's so much I'd love to talk you guys about, so I apologize if this blog seems at all cluttered. First of all, life is wonderful; if you haven't stopped and appreciated that fact yet today, feel free to now. And, if for any reason you have any doubt, stop reading this blog and go do something you love or talk to someone who brightens your world. Now that we're on the same page, I'd just like to apologize to all the people who have had trouble reaching me during my travels, sometimes I'm more connected or available than others, please don't take it personally.

After an unforgettable trip to Hawaii, I headed to California to spend some quality time with the grandparents and do some good ol' fashioned physical labor. It's definitely been some hard work the past couple weeks, but I really enjoyed it all, especially doing some tree care up in the mountains. I love working hard outside and my thoughts seem clearer and more productive than when I am too much indoors. I really can't ever see myself working at a desk, one way or another. Luckily I've been lucky with work lately and tonight head back to Albuquerque and start my next gig working crazy hours at the balloon fiesta. Good news will be I should have enough money for my next adventure or two, dependent on destination, but don't worry friends, family, and parkour/kung fu family, I'll be stationed in ABQ a while to train and pad the savings a bit more. So yeah, lots of training, be ready guys.

I really feel like I've gotten a chance to connect with nature and rekindle my spirituality this trip. Meditating and practicing chi gong every day are definitely easier when you're doing them in gorgeous natural places every day. Also, it seems the world around me has conspired to fill my world with really inspiring people and experiences lately, perhaps more than usual. I love being an urban tarzan but nothing compares to hammocking under an open sky filled with the milky way and shooting stars. Being awoken by bears at 4 in the morning might not be for everyone, but I definitely recommend getting back to a more natural sleep schedule once in a while. Turns out if you go to bed not long after it gets dark, you sleep for a few hours and then experience an hour or more of complete wakefulness just to think and spend with yourself. Here's some good info. It's really peaceful and you end up waking up very clearheaded and refreshed at sunrise.

Every trip I've taken seems to end up holding a clear purpose for me in hindsight, even if completely unintended. That said, some of my trips are going to start getting more focused. The world is full of passionate thinkers who share the arts I love or the vision for the world I feel is possible. My mission is ever more clearly becoming that of questioning what is considered possible in pursuit of what is inspiring and amazing, and in everything from how we move to how we fix the problems of our planet, I want to go out and find people who share that drive. Feel free to help steer me in the right directions.

Well, as much else as I'd love to share, I have to keep some stuff for stories and good conversation which is the real point anyway. Last time I put my plans and ideas out, they worked pretty well so I think I'll do it again. I still plan to run the Duke City marathon in less than a month, crazy though that may end up being. My next trip is still looking to be Mexico, so those plans will start being worked out soon. Coming up I'm looking at heading west to the East again but who knows how and where. Possible targets in no particular order include Hong Kong, Taiwan, Mainland China, Russia, and hopefully Hawaii again. I have multiple conflicting ideas though so don't expect plan details for a while. I have some big plans while I'm landlocked, and on that note if any martial artists who I don't already train with are interested, please get in touch, but if you're not hardcore, maybe don't. Freerunners, I know we're all busy. No excuses.

That'll do for now. Keep living the dream and if you're not, get started.

Where there's a will, there's a way to... Hawaii

Another adventure and so time for another blog. As short a trip as this is, it's value has been grossly disproportionate. Hawaii really is as amazing as people say. I'm glad I got the oppurtunity to experience Hawaii first on the big island, as it really does give a great first impression. Expecting that most of Hawaii had been turned into a tourist trap, it's amazing how such an amazing place can maintain such independence from all that. Something about constantly seeing the world around you destroyed and remade by a volcano breeds a distinct character and perhaps enough threat to keep the world of big investment at bay. From arriving at the nearly empty airport in Hilo, the island's largest city, I knew I had made a great decision in coming.

Really starting things off right, I decided to hitchhike to the Kalani retreat; hitchhiking is a comfortably common practice on the island. I ended up being given a ride by the founder of an amazing little ecovillage on the island. Before heading to Kalani, I went to go check out their village Cinderland which was started on a lava field, with all tents and living spaces built by hand and by almost entirely salvaged and recycled materials. They reclaimed the land from the lava and now it's full fledged agri-jungle, off the grid in every respect.

Kalani has a similar spirit at it's heart, but has manifested in a much more modern and accessible way. The grounds are gorgeous with a nearly constant cycle of meditation, yoga, and dance classes, as well as group trips to local spots of interest. Meals are amazing and shared and the entire community experience is something I think the whole world could use more of. Exploring giant lavarock tide pools against a backdrop of powerful surf and amazing green sand beaches were just some of my first adventures and I'm sure I have a few left to come.

As always, food and beautiful scenery, though amazing, take a backseat to the connections to amazing people I keep finding. More than anything, the chance to connect with new friends and reconnect with old will keep me travelling. I have found that there is no limit to how many absolutely stunningly amazing people you can meet. The more I travel, making new family, the more hope I have for the idea of global citizenship and the human family.

As in most of my journeys I have yet again found communities which are open, caring, and healthy, not just in the personal sense, but as models in the search for how to heal the growing wounds in our cultures and communities. That coupled with somehow picking up a bunch of new tricks and flips with the change of scenery, as well as picking up some hopefully lifelong friendships, I'd have to say it's been a good week.