Learning to Let Go
9th of January 2007 A.D.
Essence Restored to 15/15
Willpower at 8/9
In the stillness of the dojo something shifts, the cadence of breath you had been emulating from slow to quick, the faintest rustle of cloth. Another man might have cleared his throat, but Brother Divsimar had taken his own lessons from these meetings. He knows what you can and cannot hear if not why or how exactly.
"Yes?" the word is a light mist upon your breath in the ice cold room as you blink quickly against the light. The Bridge of Dreams is traditionally taught in a chamber filled with the light of many candles that are slowly snuffed out by some source of wind, a strategically open window is common though a fan will do in a pinch. In deference to his host and the city's fire code Brother Divsimar had instead just rigged the lights to dim, or had someone else do it... though truth be told you would not be that surprised if he had some henceforth unacknowledged electrician's skill. The man is full of surprises.
"You are still, admirably so, you are not calm," he says, rising from his own lotus position with a faint creak of aged knees. "Ice is not calm, ice is frozen, the cold wind upon the mountain compels. So it is with—" he motions at you. "Posture perfect, breathing precise chi aligned, all in tension."
"I'm not... my mind is empty," you defend yourself reflexively.
Darn I thought I was close.
"Ah," he sighs and goes for the tea kettle again, sweet smells of holy basil, sweet flag and wild honey growing stronger as you allow yourself to smell them. "Unusual problem for an unusual student. Tell me do you stalk a good night's rest as the tiger does the sambar?"
"I don't
want a good night's rest, I want something more efficient. That is the whole point of this isn't it?" You have to throttle the part of yourself that is pointing out that is a silly thing to say. You are not trying to read the old monk and give the responses he thinks are clever, the point is to learn and sometimes the path to wisdom is marked with foolish questions.
He offers a small nod. "True, but when walking up a steep slope in the snow one must look at one's feet least you slip and not always upwards towards the ridge. To walk upon the Bridge of Dreams one must well, at the risk of sounding reductive, allow one's self to dream. It is the art of willfully letting go. All the rest of it, the breathing exercises, the positioning, the herbs are merely nudges to bring one to the precipice of controlled release."
"And if you do it right you take flight?" you prompt, trying to wrap your mind around what feels like a contradiction, even as you can grasp it intellectually.
A smile, surprised as it is rueful marks his aged face. "Perhaps that would be your experience. I have never taught a student with the natural capacity for flight. Those upon the Qaio of Zhu Mao might quibble at the definition, but such are cats no?"
You smile too, thinking of Mister probably having his afternoon nap by the window at this hour. "The cat I know best doesn't really argue with anyone, he just does his thing and dares you to get in his way."
"Does he dare or does this princely cat of your acquiescence not even care? Does he perhaps not even consider that another would be so brazen as to step in his way before the moment?"
"Oh..." The proverbial penny drops. "It's not about trusting the universe or whatever, but being
confident enough to let go. That sounds... easier than what I was going for, though..." you hesitate. "That makes me uncomfortable."
The old monk takes a sip of his tea and asks simply. "Why?"
"Because it's prideful, obliviously so. That feels like a bad combination, considering..."
"Yes?" he prompts.
Focus the Mind Progress: 8/15
What do you say?
[] I've been fighting something that's very good at hiding recently (Talk about Nemesis; explain how it had been pulling the strings of the Summer Court and your fears that is yet lurks in other high places as well)
[] Diplomacy is supposed to be about opening up and finding common ground, but of late I have found that it is also about finding the places where interests to not align, figuring out the secrets of those who should be allies (Talk about the opening up of the Fivefold Courts; Offer to take Brother Divsimar there if he wants to visit)
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OOC: Hopefully it comes across here that he rolled a lot better at teaching than Molly did at learning this time around. Only reason she did not fail it again key ability in occult.