Sometimes things are a bit too precious to brag about.
I’ve received some wonderful compliments from some awesome people and yet I can’t really bring myself to share them.
I think that this is one of the reasons I am so bad at self publicity. I just can’t, I can’t really explain it. Recently I blogged about the incredible experience we had with Grand Master Yukimura Haruki and posted a picture of us receiving the wonderful surprise of a hand calligraphied board after a day learning with him and I feel kind of a show off for posting that. But I can’t help it. An amazing time and such a wonderful happy memory. I was so happy to be there. And so many thanks to clover without whom we wouldn’t have been there. And to Max at the Copenhagen shibari dojo without who’s tireless efforts that week would not have happened at all.
I don’t know why it is but I feel like… these things are for having, for holding within and that using them to say “hey look at me!” would tarnish them and reduce their value to me.
Somewhere buried deep inside is the seemingly unmovable thought that if I’m good enough my work will stand on its own merits. There is also something that wants to keep these wonderful moments within. To know that they’re there. To be warmed by that and to feel that I have not disrespected the kindness of someone I respect.
I do what I do because I love it. I’ve certainly never made a profit from any venture in rope. No actually that’s wrong. I’ve profited a lot. I’ve made great friends, I’ve visited places I never would have gone, done things I never would have had the chance to do.
I’ve gone places I’ve come to love, with someone I love and done stuff that I loved, and made new friends we love.
Truly great masters of this art have said things that nearly made my head explode, and I don’t even know what to say about that.
I feel that some of those things should live within.