The orange kitten seeks out
Teachings of tigers
Kneeling in seiza on the firm padded mat of the dojo, I suddenly realized that my posture had become increasingly incorrect. My arms were neatly tucked in and my hands rested evenly, but instead of sitting up straight I had gradually leaned forwards out of subconscious enthusiasm, trying to soak in each word that the our two visiting Sensei’s spoke. Though overwhelmed by my own inexperience, I was more so moved by how fortunate I was to sit in on such a class.