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ARTICLES
The Secret of Aikido
Tom Gambell (Originally published
in 1995)
Ah, I remember it well... The place, the time, the
very moment that I was given the secret of aikido by my first teacher, Stan
Pranin. It was late one night back in Monterey, CA at the Del Monte Avenue
dojo. A few of us were relaxing in the hot tub (yes, we had a hot tub in
the dojo in those days) after a particularly grueling and intense training
session (all training sessions in the “old days” were particularly grueling
and intense) when we heard the front door open.
I got out of the tub to investigate. Who was coming
into the dojo so late in the evening? It was Stan coming back to get something
from the office. The next thing I remember, he and I were deep into one
of those conversations about aikido that a student always wants to have
with the teacher. The meaning of the art, the history of the art, the legend,
the gore, the glory, the past, the present and the future... we touched on
every subject and he answered every question. I was in student heaven.
Then. Somewhere in the middle of all this he looked
me straight in the eye and asked, “Do you want to know the secret of aikido?”
Whoa! Of course, I wanted to know! I always knew there
was a secret. Lots of them, I suspected. But his was deep! I wasn’t even
a black belt yet and he was going to pass on the secret of aikido to me.
“Sure,” I heard myself say as casually as one can,
standing in the glare of florescent light, wrapped in a wet towel, waiting
to receive the secret of aikido.
Stan reached over to the desk, picked up a pencil and
wrote something on as sheet of paper. Then, without a word, he handed it
to me.
It had all happened so quickly. No secret ceremony,
no arduous test of strength and character, nothing. Suddenly I was standing
there with the secret of aikido right in my hand.
I looked down and read what he had written. I laughed
out loud. There on the sheet before me in block letter were the words “MAI
NICHI NO KEIKO.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had no idea what it meant.
There I was, holding the secret of aikido in my hands, looking right at
it, and still had no idea what it was. The universe definitely has a sense
of humor.
The next words out of my mouth were predictable. “What
does it mean?”
“Daily training,” Stan answered.
Something in me relaxed. Something in me really knew
that this was the answer.
It was simple. Daily training. Just keep training and
don’t stop. Like a journey. Keep walking and see where it leads you.
This “secret” became my guide.
Stan gave this gift to me and now I give it to you.
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