I've carried over the same philosophy I learned in Kendo class. Fear is inside us. Nothing outside us can make us afraid -- we have to generate it ourselves. Believe it or not, when Yoda first said that to me (OK, well he was a lot like Yoda) that was quite a revelation. So I learned that when you're facing a big guy with a stick, you may as well hit him, otherwise he's going to be the one hitting you. And it works. Same with sparring. But tonight, one of those guys kicked MuNKi in the eye, ripping out his contact and tearing it in half. (Fear not, he's OK!) And who did the Master choose to face the guy next? Uh huh. You guessed it. That was pretty cringe-making. But I realised that the poor guy was a little (or a lot) rattled about having kicked MuNKi in the eye, because he certainly hadn't tried to. So I attempted to keep that in mind and stay on the offensive. But let me tell you, when I lined up against him, my stomach was doing flips, LOL!
Which brings me to the silly Litany against Food we were doing last night, a parody on the Litany against Fear from Dune if there are any of you Sci-Fi geeks out there.
I will allow it to pass over me and through me
and when the food has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path
where the food has gone, there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
PS, if you're squeamish, thank the Gods that I didn't put up the first MuNKi link I found. (don't click if you're squeamish)
Oh, and by the way, MuNKi went on to spar the other guy who scares me, in spite of only having the one eye and all. And he was awsome! :)