I returned yesterday from my trip to Seattle and Sakura Con. Sakura Con is an anime convention dedicated to all things Japanese. One of the things that I was surprised at was how many men there were at the tea ceremony. Almost all of the participants on stage were men. There was only one woman. The Japanese women took their time, slowly preparing the leaves, holding the sleeves of their kimonos as they poured the water, and then turning the tea cups respectfully before allowing the participators to drink. Of course, by this time, all the participants legs were asleep from kneeling.
The kendo demonstration was amazing in the fact that the instructor wanted the audience to see exactly the monotony of their practice. From how to hold the sword (or bamboo shinias) to foot placement to counting. Then it occurred to me that the culture, from men to women, focuses on detail. Every movement has beauty in it. The delicacy, the repetition, the study that goes into being either a servant of tea, or a sword master, is amazing.
It makes me think, if they can find the beauty in fighting or in serving a cup of tea, where am I missing the beauty around me? What boring and plain thing can I add details to that would bring beauty to it?








