I’ve been training with Harry sensei for a long time. And for all that it matters. he knows my centre as much as I know his. Between us the bond is such that it is unspoken. Of course I’m not claiming exclusivity. but then again i might be misunderstood for that.
It’s a natural process. when you hang around with one person long enough, bond develops. this is the nature of life. even with folks we think we don’t like, we unwittingly bond. if you bond positively, something beautiful can happen. this is the true spirit of Aikido, the love.
It’s a strange thing to talk about. but I get feedback from my fellow Aikidokas, and from the feeling when i am being the uke for my sensei with the rest of the students is watching. Whenever he calls me out to be his uke, I know i have been entrusted to do something very special and sacred. I am aware that the link between my sensei and I is very special. he trusts me as much as I trusts him. he can throw me anyway he want, knowing very well I can take care of myself. He don’t have to take care of me for me, he just do what he needs to do and the rest will fall in place nicely. That doesn’t mean that we don’t make mistakes, I remembered not to long ago, I physically ram straight into him, when I read his move by mistake. I apologized of course. He never said a word about it. Whose ‘fault’ was it? It doesn’t really matter.
It’s a kind of specialness that you simply cannot claim to have, it was never for anyone to own that ‘specialness’. I am not ‘proud’ of it, neither am i his ‘favourite’ student. It’s just something that happens naturally, factually. I’m sure if anyone devote 110% into attacking Harry sensei as his uke, one will more or less be on the right track to learn what I’ve learned from this ‘old man’.
It is the bond, beyond words.