Another two karate classes yesterday. The normal sensei wasn't there, because she was taking a bunch of black-belt students to Connecticut for a competition. Consequently, there weren't that many black belts left in Montreal, and the class was taught by a blue belt about a year older than me. It was nice, though. Despite the lack of a black piece of fabric around her waist, she's a pretty good teacher.
That said, onwards to some reflections. I realize there are a lot today, but that's because I'm just starting out and I get a flood of thoughts every time I step foot in the dojo. I'm sure that in time, it'll taper down to just one or two reflections per class.