Showing posts from April, 2015

Tactical vs. Art

  Tac·ti·cal taktək(ə)l adjective of, relating to, or constituting actions carefully planned to gain a specific military end. (of a person or their actions) showing adroit planning; aiming at an end beyond the immediate action. art ärt noun the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. the various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It seems the the word "tactical" is the new buzz word today. Everything is "tactical." Tactical defense, tactical fitness, tactical leadership, tactical shooting, tactical storytelling, tactical workshops, tactical flashlights, pens & weapons of all sorts (probably even kitchen utensils), tactical guide books on ev

It Starts Small

  Small things often turn into big things. A mighty oak began as a tiny acorn. A little spark can create a raging fire. A constant drip of water will erode an entire mountain. One small deed can turn into a revolution. One person can influence generations. A simple habit can develop into a healthy practice or a debilitating addiction. A journey of a thousand miles begins with one footstep... and then another and another and another... and before you know it you've arrived at your destination. Big starts small, small fuels big. You oversleep once, it's not the end of the world, it probably feels good. You oversleep every day, you'll likely miss a lot of opportunities. You practice once you're a novice, you make a habit of practicing & you transform into a master. It's the little things that hurt. As it is the small things in life that, well aren't so small. When I miss someone I love it's the little things about them that I miss

Heading Out to the Highway!

Another fourteen hour drive out to New Jersey. In some ways it is hard to believe that it has been going on ten years of this pilgrimage: In others it seems like yesterday when I started making these trips. There is something about a good road trip that speaks to my soul. A time for solitude, to listen to some good audio books, music, catch up on phone calls, clear the mind, think. It never fails, as the miles roll over on my odometer it seems to put me at ease and allows for a certain degree of clarity. Maybe it's the hum of the road, the down time, the excitement for the training, or seeing my buyu friends? I'm not sure, but whatever it is it puts me into the zone so to speak. I feel inspired, so I make sure I keep a notebook handy to jot down any insights that I may want to hang on to as I drive through the beautiful Pennsylvania mountain side (which makes up a good deal of the trip!). After training, reconnecting and dinner, it's back on the road. As long as I g

Hot Child in the City

 Back "in the day," I had a tape recorder EXACTLY like this one! LIVE - PROTECT - INSPIRE A sunny summer day sometime in the late 70's or early 80's. Riding my bike around the neighborhood (back when that was still legal for a youngster to do alone and w/o a helmet!) .  I had my old single speaker Panasonic cassette deck duct taped to my handle bars jamming to Nick Glider's "Hot Child in the City."   I didn't really know what the meaning of the words were, but I knew the feeling that I got on the first crack of that snare drum and the driving thud of the bass drum in time with the bass guitar.  The subtle harmonic notes from the lead guitar added to the texture... Then the lyrics ring out... "Danger in the shape of something wild..." A few bars later the guitar riff kicks in to complete the steady groove that seemed to open up a new world for me.  It's hard to put into word how music like that made me feel. Alive! Cool!