I felt privileged, watching them practice. Their walks, bows, kneeling. Their preparing the bow, putting on the glove, moving into position. They involved every bit of their being, body and soul one. All they had to do in the end was let go of the arrow and see how it took care of itself.
Kyudo, the way of the bow, the way of letting go. What a beautiful lesson that was. Thank you, my friend.