a wee bit on aikido

on saturday night on which I don’t remember exactly the date, I was asked to accompany D to have an aikido session. due to limited time, D rode her motorcycle like a mad man. still she obeyed the traffic rules. I was in a half-breath when we finally reached the dojo. after doing ‘hi-how are you-this is my friend’ to her friends, D let me in to the dojo. while having a sightseeing, I took some notes as it was stored in my cellphone.

first time watching a friend of mine doing aikido. an awkward feeling due to meeting new people bothered me still. need to figure out how to relieve that feeling. *phew*

they, the participants, bowed down to each other.did warm-up session. before that, they prayed, eh? *wonder* as they closed their eyes solemnly. a bit long of warming up. I don’t  know how long it should be. so far dika was my favorite. he’s the youngest participant.

when there was a master/trainer coming to mattress, all participants bowed down to him. greeted him. he’s called sensei. they mumbled something I could catch when they greeted sensei. at the dojo, I met a female sensei after I’d prayed maghrib. she sat in a certain position and closed her eyes several minutes before she went to mattress. I had no idea why she had to do that kind of thing.

after all, though this martial art comes from japan and the dojo is in jogja [where most of the participants are javanese-speaking ones], one thing I noticed is that the sensei used indonesian language to convey the material. being indonesian is pretty handy, eh?

D is in action.

that female sensei doing what so called purifying deeds in heart and mind [finally I know what she was doing after being told by a humble-cool-senior participant]