Something which has always amazed me about the teaching methods of true sensei is the way in which they can relate anything and everything to matters relating to budo. What may seem at first to be a routine chore will often have a much deeper meaning.
There are many stories relating to how Miyagi Chojun sensei would assess the character of potential students by having them perform menial tasks such as weeding the training area, removing small stones, even moving larger stones to sweep underneath them before placing them back in exactly the same spot! All the while Miyagi Sensei would be watching the student closely, assessing their patience and temper.
In China they say that it takes three years for a teacher to truly see whether a student can be trusted. I wonder how this relates to the stories of learning nothing but sanchin for three years? Anyway, I’m drifting off subject again so we’ll return to that thought later….
About 6 years ago I went to stay with my sensei for a while, training in the morning and evening, and helping with the building work during the afternoons. One day sensei had me help build a staircase leading onto the roof of his garage, which would later become his practice area for kata. The staircase, he told me, had to be larger at the bottom, and gradually taper to become smaller at the top. This caused a number of problems for me as building is not exactly my forte, and he was very strict in that the angle of each individual step had to be exact. Nearly right wasn’t enough, it had to be spot on! In fact there was no difference in his approach to building or karatedo, if you were going to do either, you had to do it correctly or you had may as well not bother. Just when I thought I’d got it about right, sensei would appear with a tape measure and tell me to change it slightly as the angle was a little off. Although the difference couldn’t even be seen with the naked eye, and the staircase was hidden around the side of the house where nobody would ever notice them, they had to be perfect!
I was about halfway through when sensei came wondering out from the house to check on my progress, again with his critical eye and a tape measure. After checking my current step and telling me to change it slightly he asked me if I knew what the steps were for. I replied knowlingly that they were to lead up to the top of the garage. Sensei then said, but why big to small?
I began muttering some nonsense about how you begin your training by learning lots and as time goes on, you learn less and work on improving what you’ve got……..to which sensei responded, as he often does, by slowly shaking his head and looking at me as though I’d just turned up at a funeral dressed as a clown!
Sensei then told me about how Miyazato Eiichi sensei would say when you are teaching a beginner you must have them make every movement big, exaggerating the full range of movement for each technique. As the beginner progreses, you then start to make the movements smaller, bringing them back closer to their correct proportions. This continues throughout your whole lifetime of training as you further refine and chip away at your karatedo. It’s much easier to make a big movement smaller, but if a student gets into the habit of making all of their movements small, it can be very difficult to break this habit.
It’s human nature to try to shortcut, so if you teach the beginner a small refined movement, they will shortcut this and the true nature of the technique will be lost over time as the student becomes teacher and passes on their corrupted version of the technique to their own students who further corrupt it.
The staircase at my sensei’s dojo serves as a tangible reminder that the treasure of karatedo needs to be preserved and passed on with great care. If we do not correct out own individual faults, these same faults will be passed on and in time will come to be seen by later generations as the correct way, damaging the integrity of the art forever.
Whenever I look at that staircase now I am reminded of the path of budo. Although that particular staircase finishes at the roof of sensei’s garage, the staircase I picture in my mind continues to stretch on into the distance, further than the eye can see.
The path is endless…