I’ve been taking a Japanese calligraphy class since October 2008,
studying under Fujii Sensei ((Mr. Fujii, my Teacher). It is the same class that my great aunt, Lillian
Sakurai,
was taking for many years, until passing this March 2009 at the age of 101. Many
years ago when she was healthy, I talked about taking the class with her. Then again, maybe it happened at the
right time.
Around the beginning of August, Fujii Sensei gave me the “true
heart” kanji for my homework. In each class, Fujii Sensei would write the
calligraphy on the rice paper, and I would take it home to practice until I
felt that I had as accurately as possible represented his brushstrokes.
When I brought my homework to him the following week, he
would examine it, give me feedback and in this case, he asked me to do it
again.
Again, I would take his original calligraphy, and the sheets
where he gave me corrections, to again practice until I had represented the
brushstrokes better.
The next week, he looked at my homework again, and again he
gave me more corrections, and another kanji to practice, too. He also asked me
to bring in large sheets of paper, the scroll sheets that are about 46 inches
long, and the larger brush for my next class.
The following Tuesday, I showed him my homework, and he gave
me a new calligraphy on smaller sheets, and also did the “true heart” kanji on
the large scroll sheets. Inside I was very excited because I knew that this was
a big step for me. To be allowed to begin practicing on larger scrolls and to
use a different brush, one that would be more difficult to control (which is
exactly the type of experience that I thrive on).
I brought in my homework the next Tuesday, including my
scroll sheets. In class, Fujii Sense examines homework on smaller sheets with
each student, then gives homework on scrolls to the entire class, and then he
examines the scrolls that everyone has done, and chooses one for your signature
to be returned to him. When he looked at mine, he choose one that he thought
was good.
My calligraphy practice is part of my zen practice, as is most everything else, when I’m being mindful. Maybe I needed to keep practicing “true heart,” because I needed to more deeply understand that for myself. You see, the final calligraphy that he accepted happened the weekend after I realized my interest to provide end of life care. Maybe the calligraphy reflected that I had finally arrived at my own “true heart.”



