Sweat and White Cotton

A thousand hours on the training mat, a hundred thousand falls. Rolling, weaving, the feeling of your center shifting underneath you...I wouldn’t give it away for any amount of money.

Even so, I did.

I never wanted this to happen. When the two businessmen came and asked me to put my aikido skills in a little black box for people to download, I thought it would help my art. Instead, my art is dying. Now I have to fight for the art of peace to save the art of peace.