The finger is not the moon
Over the past few years, there have been times where it’s been a struggle to keep up with my tai chi practice. On those muscle-sore or muggy-headed mornings, the bed just seems like a wonderful place to stay in. Oh, why get up for practice in the park; or to commute all that way from 大埔 to 青龍頭?"The way to Tai Chi begins with the teaching of a mentor; the mastery of the art comes from enduring self-practice.".
Nevertheless, I get up. On those days, the thing that kicks me out of bed is the thought of my 師傅’s mortality. As far as I know, Victor is not in any particular danger of dying, but since his sister’s funeral a couple of years ago, I’ve become aware of how transient our lives can be. And I would hate to look back and say, “Oh, I wish I had paid more attention then.” No, on that day I would want to be able to look Victor in the eye and say, “I did my best to learn from you.”
Honestly, there’s nothing worse than feeling you’ve wasted your sifu’s time. I hate being corrected by Victor for something that I know I am capable of, but due to my physical/mental state, am unable to deliver. Over the past three years, I’ve become physically and mentally much stronger, and so I can push myself a lot further in my theatre, and still be generally present in my kuen. Still, I can tell when I’m not at my cutting edge, and it’s always a relief to return to the kuen after all those productions.
Although we’ve never formalized the sifu-disciple relationship, in practice our lives have been intertwined in ways beyond usual teacher-student interactions. Victor co-signed the bank account for Burnt Mango, acted in my first drama production, and even went with me to look at my first flat (which I ended up not buying, but that’s another story). We’ve been to weddings and funerals together, and spend every Thursday in the Club O kitchen serving food to the community. But we have, by and large, skirted around the commitment of a proper 師徒 relationship, in part because it really is a very binding and official commitment.
But clearly, Victor thinks it’s now time for me to move on. On Monday he suddenly announced: No more lessons as a student. We’re going to break for two months while I move house, and then if you choose, you and Carlos can come back for disciple-like training on Sunday mornings.
Argh. Sunday mornings are bad. Very bad. It’s smack-bang in the middle of my teaching weekend, and in the short-term, difficult to wriggle out of. But it’s an ultimatum: take it or leave it.
I realize how accustomed I have become to going to Victor’s twice a week.
I feel like a boat suddenly cut adrift upon the open sea.
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