My six-year-old does Taekwondo. Currently, the little guy is a yellow belt. He’s only been at it for a year, but he’s lasted so long, learned so much patience, focus, determination.
It wasn’t until after he earned his yellow belt that I learned the meaning behind the colors of all the belts, which are nearly uniform across many martial arts, with some variation. Continue reading
As an experiment in poetry, Justus opened a notebook and began to write one particular poem per day, from the winter solstice of 2009 to the winter solstice of 2010. A poem per sunrise, 366 in all. 