Wushu Festival
20 NovReview of the Wushu Festival! (I waited way to long to post this 😦 ) The festival (held Oct. 18) was absolutely amazing, so many students of martial arts you almost didn’t know where to look. The Shaolin Temple has been home to martial art enthusiasts for many years now, with hundreds of kung fu schools popping up at the foot of the mountain’s temple. Thousands of students come to train at the school, primarily local farming students who use this as perhaps their only opportunity to gain an education and some good food. For many, the training in reading and writing alone (one of the main tenants of martial arts is the ability to learn from the writings of the masters) is a great benefit of the program. The self-discipline and values it instills into them is another. To be honest, I can’t imagine very many American kids being able to go through the rigorous training these kids go through. That said, they seemed generally healthy, excited, and ready to go on Festival Day!
The Festival itself is really hard to get into. . . the cost is outrageous and you have to work your way onto one of the tour buses. Since they try to encourage a diverse group of travelers (India, Iran, USA, Russia, France, Germany, Kazakhstan. . . dozens of countries made a showing), it’s not always easy to grab a spot on the bus. Everyone (not just our group, literally EVERONE), piles onto buses that are required to meet at a certain point on the highway and form a caravan. This caravan drives the last 45 minutes or so together until they reach the foot of the mountain.
There, the schools have lined up thousands of students in row after row of various events (saber fighting, boxing, drumming, kicking) that you along the road. It’s considered the “welcoming party” and you watch as your bus passes by. This goes on for another 45 minutes – 1 hour as you drive up the mountain to reach Shaolin Temple. There, you enter the temple’s fighting grounds, watching a few major performances and then wandering around the school as you please. Thousands upon Thousands of students line the roads and practice in the larger areas to demonstrate their skills and abilities.
Kids that look like babies doing the splits in a tree, while the older boys throw each other about and contort into unbelievable poses for 30 minutes at a time. Must admit, I let there feeling part inspired in the power of humankind and part ashamed of myself for my own lack of will power. Those boys and girls were working all day long, moving from one torturous stance to another, completely ignoring the gaping onlookers wandering through. Definitely impressive!
At the end of the day, everyone returns to a large natural amphitheater set where you can see up and down the mountain valley. Once it is dark, the students begin their large musical dance, an hour of breathtaking scenes accompanied by heart-stirring melodies. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of beauty. I’ll be adding videos as soon as I can upload them. All in all the event was a massive success. . . I am absolutely returning next year, I can’t even imagine missing it!
Random Kung Fu Question
13 NovRandom Question: Has there ever been a kung fu fight where no one made the first move? I mean they do all that moving where they measure each other up.Then someone strikes–it’s not like they both just suddenly erupt like at a bar fight. And the person who hits first almost always loses – so why would you ever want to be the person to hit first? Which brings me back to my initial question–did it ever happen that they just never stopped measuring each other up waiting for the other to make the first move?
Poem of the Week: How Did You Die?
8 AprI had a very bad week last week, so I’m hoping this one has some better stuff ahead. Ergo, in honor of what is going to be an amazing week (I so decree it; ergo it must be), here is one of my favorite poems! It really does cheer me up–mainly because it makes me draw back my shoulders and say “Bring it On!” 🙂
How Did You Die
by Edmund Vance Cooke
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it. And It isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts, But Only, How Did You Take It? You’re beaten to the earth? Well, well what’s that? Come up with a smiling face. It’s nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there? That’s Disgrace. The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce! Be proud of your blackened eye! It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts, But how did you fight, and why?
Encouragement for Students Job Searching!
19 FebStudents everywhere are beginning to feel the coming dread; summer ever approaches, nearer and nearer. It is officially time to find internships and jobs for the summer. The interview period has arrived, particularly for law students who are facing the early interviewing period at their law schools. These are the weeks when the top law firms around the nation visit school after school looking for the best interviewees to hire on for the summer. For those chosen, it means increased odds for an excellent/high-paying job after graduation. For the rest, it means disappointment, rejection, and the continued need for determination and faith in oneself and the potentials of the world.
As such, I thought I’d share this poem by Rudyard Kipling in honor of those students heading off for the wonderful world of applications, dressing up, and much praying. His words of wisdom have gotten me through college applications, several job interviews, and every other time in my life when I needed a few drops of extra courage. I actually have it pasted to a bulletin board in my bedroom so I have it on hand every day. Hope he does the same for you! Good luck!