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Find the Bluebird of Joy!

25 Mar

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair.

**Chinese Proverb



2 Jan


Wushu Festival

20 Nov


Review of the Wushu Festival! (I waited way to long to post this ūüė¶ ) ¬†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!

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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.

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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!


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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 Nov

Random 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 Apr

I 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!” ūüôā ¬†

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?

Girl hiding

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?
Man kneeling with head between knees

Hurt by Mrs-Alphabet
Click on the image to go to her page

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.
girl kneeling in shower

“We All Fall Down” by AutumnforAlways Click image for link to artist’s page

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?
Knight kneeling before his lady
And though you be done to death, what’s then?
If You battled the best you could.
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the critic will call it good.
girl with ball of light

“Today, It’s You” by Sarasmunilla Click the image for the artist’s page

Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce;
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only How Did You Die?

“Fighting the Grey” by MyArms-YourHearse
Click the image for the artist’s page

Encouragement for Students Job Searching!

19 Feb

Students 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!


by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too/
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master;
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winning
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss.
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings–nor lose the common touch.
If neither foes not loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
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