Day 81 of writing every day.
I’ll write early today to capture as much of an important dream I just had.
My deceased Aikido sensei had come to the dojo unannounced. It had to have been after regular practice was over and I, for some, had come back to the dojo a little after closing the place up. He was there leading his class that felt like a seminar every time.
The class was already in session, so I hurried up and got changed. I don’t think the dream really was about any techniques. It was more a desire or craving to practice Aikido more often and for longer durations that have been denied me as a result of my shift.
The feelings that lingered with me when I awoke was first of all, physical fatigue. It may have been a dream, but my body felt definitely like I had practiced for quite a long class. There was a nostalgic feeling of the kind but stern way my sensei would execute the techniques that were done effortlessly but with uncanny precision.
Though it wasn’t a dream about my shortcomings and things I’m doing wrong, I could also sense the weight of him pointing out my posture, footwork, and so on that I’m not doing right.
Perhaps this dream was just a way for my subconscious to relay to me that I have to practice Aikido more and shouldn’t lose sight of it despite all the things going on and distractions. Before this shift my life really seemed to revolve around Aikido practice but it certainly has felt like Aikido is reduced to something secondary in reality as a result of the weekday classes being taken away from me.
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