i had a dream in which i ended up at a dojo that trained in mixed martial arts or something. there was a monk in charge of the dojo, and his name was Tenzin something. he was an assistant to the dalai lama, and, in fact, the dalai lama was supposed to live in some of the adjoining rooms. i was a novice at the dojo, just trying things out for the first time. for some reason, although everyone else was wearing full sparring gear, i was in robes, and i had to clip (paperclip) the bottom of my robes so that they wouldn't trip me or impair me as i was doing some of the basic techniques. in any case, the tenzin came up to me at one point (perhaps it was when i was clipping the robes) and asked if i had practiced on both sides equally. it was a minor interaction, but in that moment, i could feel the tremendous kindness and wisdom of the tenzin. i remember considering how my "practice" (i.e. spirituality) was going at that point... not good. i thought about my writing, and how it was similarly unbalanced... i made a simple vow to continue. there was some idea i had about how part of practice was just sort of unloading the self-generated rhetoric of the ego, and it was necessary to break through this in order to come to the truth. in fact, i had made some sort of similar insight earlier today when i was talking to my wife about the stages of development in writing...
children started to flock into the dojo, and i realized that the dojo space doubled as some sort of afterschool program for children...
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i believe before that sequence, i was eating a dinner/lunch with my teacher, dr. quach, who was visiting from the mainland, and who had hired what looks like a hangar base to hold this special dinner...
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