Thursday, February 07, 2008

Noise, Noise, Noise

When I started teaching in Lincoln years ago, we would do ki class on a badminton court. Obviously the other courts would be being used, so at times there was a bit of noise, or a shuttle cock would fly onto the mat. Noise outside is never as bad as the noise in our heads, so it was never a problem.

In London, three of our Ki Classes are now held right next door to a boxing gym - the wall is so thin, which means you constantly hear people pounding the punch bags and swearing.

Before I began classes there, the Centre Manager mentioned that he was concerned that the Studio would be too loud for us. After he mentionned this I worried a little bit, so I brought up the issue with one of my ki students.

The Ki Student said, “Surely it can’t be any louder than the music we hear when we are in the other room”. I thought to myself, “What music!” The next day though, I heard the music for the first time.

You know, often they blame outside for the turbulence inside. Actually if inside is okay, then outside there could be a whirlwind and it doesn’t matter.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

To always exist in the Eye of the Storm...

When all around is whipped and frenzied, lashed by showers and torrents of increasing levels of chaos and disaster.

To remain truly centred and aware of the hurricane of events that never end and always demand. It is to be in two places and spaces at one time.

I feel and receive the engine's rumbles through nothing but air and it excites me!
The City's streets are exchanges of nothing but sensation.

To be alone and yet with everything that gives such joy - So being never alone...

That is a blessing.

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