Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Crisis? What crisis?

Dydd Mawrth, unfed ar ddeg ar hugain, Rhag. 2013                Tuesday 31st. December 

So the Welsh Rugby Union have told the Welsh regional teams that if they do not sign the Participation Agreement by the end of today,they will cease to exist (apparently). Cease to exist as what?
Regional teams affiliated to the WRU? However, let’s indulge in a little speculation. As the WRU would be obliged to put teams into the Rabo and the Heineken Cup, but would not be paying out £6m+ to the existing regions, they could pump the money back into the top clubs like Ponty. We could return to true local representation with promotion to the top flight based on merit and ability. (I will never….I will never…etc., not as long as I have a hole in my aspirin bottle). Thousands of real rugby union fans might no longer feel disenfranchised.
I have heard it said that there is no direct translation of the word ‘crisis’ in Chinese (which dialect?). It would seem that the closest translation would be ‘opportunity/?’.
I like that idea. Perhaps, as far as the regional rugby debacle is concerned, this might represent an opportunity to resume normal service and return to sanity. Discuss.

This being the last day of 2013, I hope you have good things to remember and be thankful for.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Birthdays;Ushideshi;Points of view;Respect;Red faces & Christmas songs;Cheap laughs;

Dydd Sul, pymthegfed, Rhagfyr 2013            Sunday 15th. December 2013 

I have just returned from The Kings Arms, Pentyrch, where we went for lunch to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of my younger son, Ross, 32 years ago.  Sometimes, when I find it difficult to articulate my feelings, they find some expression in a song. Eleven years after the birth of Ross’ elder brother, Chris,  I wrote, ‘Christian Luke’s Birthday’, in an effort to express my feelings of privilege and awe at being present when the lovely Miranda Jane gave birth to our two sons. I don’t say I was much use, mind.
Music and singing and song-writing remain a passion of mine. Now, here’s something strange; sometimes I listen to a recording of one of my songs and think, ‘Duw, that’s a good song’. Not in self-congratulation; more with a sense that it was nothing to do with me really, but that I had simply been chosen to bring it into physical existence. Yes, very strange indeed.
Penblwydd Hapus Ross Geraint and if YOU share the same birth date, Penblwydd Hapus i ti, hefyd. fi fach.


Dydd Lun, ar bymtheg, Rhagfyr 2013            Monday 16th. December 2013 

Ushideshi is a term used to describe a live-in student of martial arts. The deal was that the student carried out tasks around the master’s home; cleaning, washing, gardening etc. In return the student is taught the arts of the master. I recall a story of an ushideshi who lived with and learned from a master for many years and became very adept and knowledgeable but did not want to leave his master’s home.
The master perceived that the student needed to become independent and so he told the student that he must make a pilgrimage to a distant holy shrine.
This was journey to be made on foot and of such duration that the student took his family with him. On the way they encountered and were attacked by a band of brigands.
Although there were six of them, the subject of our story somehow managed to defeat them, leaving three dead and two severely incapacitated, whilst the last ran away.
The former ushideshi was ashamed of his actions and returned to the master. He threw himself at the feet of the teacher and told of his shame that after all the years of knowledge and teaching that his master had imparted to him, when this deadly test came, he forgot everything.
The master helped him to his feet and quietly said, ‘You were supposed to forget’.
Let us learn what we can from those with more experience of life who we trust and respect but always remember that that it is better not to depend on others to sort out our difficulties. To live a happy life it is necessary to make our own decisions and find our own way.


Dydd Mawrth, ail ar bymtheg, Rhagfyr 2013            Tuesday 17th. December 2013 

Another ushideshi story. This is one I have to drag from the depths but hopefully will preserve the main point.
A young man who was in awe of a great martial arts teacher finally plucked up enough courage to ask if he might become an ushideshi and be taught the master’s art. To his amazement he was readily accepted.
(First lesson: if you don’t ask, you don’t get. If refused, as long as we are polite, we can ask again.)
So the young man went to live with the master who gave him many menial tasks, especially in the garden, which were hard and tiring. After a week of this, and having been offered no opportunity to begin studying in martial arts, he complained. The master gave him no reply other than to give him more jobs. During the following week, however, the master would step from behind a bush or the darkened corner of the room and strike him sharply with a cane. This behaviour, as you might imagine, really messed with his mind and at the end of his second week’s residence he was a nervous wreck and complained bitterly of this treatment to his teacher. The master simply gave him a further list of tasks to carry out. These bizarre events continued but the young man had become very wary. At first this prevented him from doing his job well, though he was less often surprised by the old man and increasingly avoided the blows he had previously suffered.
At the end of the third week he did not complain. However, during the following week he worked very efficiently and avoided every attack his master planned for him.
It as now that the teacher said, ‘Now that you have learned humility and perception, we can begin’.
Hwyl! fi fach.

Dydd Mercher, dau naw, Rhagfyr 2013            Wednesday 18th. December 2013 

It all depends on your point of view. The old ones are the best.
When two people hold completely different opinions, why must one be right and the other wrong?
A man sits opposite a woman across a table. What does the man see? What does the woman see? They both see something completely different. Another man (or woman) looks through the window. What they see is completely different from the occupants of the room. I am so far away that I cannot even tell the gender of the person I see looking through the window of a house. I have no idea what it is that they see. That’s enough of the story to demonstrate that four people can see things completely differently and all be right. It all depends on your point of view. I will never know what the person at the window sees unless I’m prepared to make the journey to where they are.
If anyone asks how I am, I often reply, ‘Weddol, fel arfer, diolch’. I am usually reasonable (I think), or try to be. So, what happens to me behind the wheel of a motor vehicle? Suddenly, I’m the best driver in the world and everyone else is an idiot. It is so easy to make judgements without knowing anything about that stranger who is driving a bit slower than you, doing less than the speed limit and then turning off without signalling. Come on! But, hey, maybe the guy has just taken his dog to the vet’s to be put to sleep. What do I know?

Dydd Iau, bedwaredd ganrif ar bymtheg, Rhag.  2013 Thursday 19th. December 2013 

I owe a great deal to the teaching of Kengiro Yoshigasaki Sensei. I first met him when he conducted my very first Ki and Aikido examination. It is very unusual for a teacher of such eminence to do so, but the circumstances were a little unusual. It is inevitable that I will sometimes quote things I have heard him say. However, let’s remember that it is what I heard and how I interpreted it, so not necessarily how he intended it to be understood.
An interesting definition (?) of respect; ‘I understand that I will never understand you’.
Going back to that examination; the following day I held a door open for Yoshigasaki Sensei as he arrived for a seminar. I said, ‘Good morning. How are you Sensei?’ He replied with a question. ‘Are you a doctor?’
So we return to yesterday’s ‘Point of view’ discussion. Never mind different country of origin. Never mind different culture. None of us have lived the same life and even shared experiences are seen from our own perspective. Maybe adopting this definition of respect might make us less likely to assume that we know what is best for other people.

Dydd Gwener, ugeinfed Rhag. 2013                                      Friday 20th. December 2013 

Red Face. My son Ross once told me to always assess and never assume, after an assumption of mine led to a misunderstanding. Here’s another ‘doh!’ story from a seminar with Yoshigasaki Sensei.
He once taught us to count in Japanese. We were practising a tsuzuki wasa (kata) with the jo (staff) which consists of twenty two movements. When we left the mat I wrote these numbers down before I forgot them: ichi, ni, san, shi etc.
We gathered in a local hostelry for some much needed refreshing libations and Sensei sat down next to me. I showed him my list of Japanese numbers from one to twenty two, and asked him if it was correct. His answer: ‘ I don’t know. It is written in English!’
Yes, too obvious, isn’t it? Another example of forgetting that others don’t ‘see’ things the same way as we, in this case, sounds.
Last evening Claire and I went to the second ‘Village Voices’ event in Ynysybwl, an intimate celebration of stories, song and smiles. I dusted off a song I wrote is 2002, imaginatively entitled, ‘Christmas Song’. I had not the foresight to see that as I had included the year in the lyrics, I would have to rewrite a couple of lines whenever I sang it in subsequent years. However, I humbly offer these words for your consideration:

Christmas Song 2013

Here’s another Christmas song
In the year of our Lord two zero one three
Peace on earth, goodwill to all men
I pray to God that this will be
Christian, Hindu, Moslem, Jew
We’re all the same to you
We’re all the same to you

Kings and Queens and Presidents
Think of the peoples you represent
Take a tip from the shepherds and
The wise men from the orient
Buddhist, Moslem, Hindu, Jew
They all brought gifts to you
They all brought gifts to you

It may be bleak midwinter here
But it’s still Christmas where it’s hot
And while we eat and drink and laugh
Let’s remember those who have not
Black or brown, yellow, white
We all belong to you
We’re all the same to you

Jingle bells or pretty sea shells
Swaying palm tree or mistletoe
We can’t see our colour or creed
When we’re buried beneath the sand or snow
You came into this world to say
We’re all the same to you
We’re all the same to you
© 2013 Ianto Music

Dydd Sadwrn, ugain cyntaf Rhag. 2013                Saturday 21th. December 2013 

Shw mae! The festive season is nigh. Party plans are afoot. Now here’s something you could try for a laugh….literally. My first experience of this nearly ended in the mop bucket coming out. Admittedly I was quite young and I suppose its probably young people who would try it out. All that is required is enough space for the participants to be able to lie on the floor with each successive person’s head resting on the stomach of the previous member of what eventually becomes a circle. There was a time when I might have said boy/girl/boy/girl…you know..but hey, whatever floats your boat, as they say. There is always at least one person who finds this funny. When they laugh their stomach starts to shake. This causes the next person’s head to bob up and down, which they usually find amusing, and so, their stomach starts to convulse also. I’m sure you’ve got the picture by now. Warning; this can continue at some length and result in aching stomach muscles the next day. As a precaution I would recommend that there is at least one person, not participating in the experiment, standing by with a bucket of cold water, in case things get out of hand. We don’t get much for free these days, but this is a pretty inexpensive way to acquire a few smiles.

I have no idea why I thought of this today but I am smiling at the memory. If you really must know, it was in Wantage, Oxfordshire, when I was seventeen.

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Guardian: Be like a child: Aikido and Art: Perception & Columbus: Columbus’ Egg

Guardian: Be like a child: Aikido and Art: Perception & Columbus: Columbus’ Egg

Dydd Llun 9fed. Rhagfyr 2013                                        Monday 9th. December 2013

Claire and I had talked about going to see Guardian at Six Bells. Yesterday we actually got around to doing so. Yes, I was impressed, increasingly so as we approached from the car park.
How it changed from its mesh-like appearance to something solid as we got closer and finally stood beneath its towering form.
Then I started to read the names of the miners who lost their lives on Tuesday 28th June 1960.
There was something I appreciated about the names being cut through the rusting steel plate and the fact that as well as listing the full names of each man, their nicknames were included.
For me, this made them much more real, 53 years after the disaster. As we had not read anything about the monument or these men who had lost their lives in the explosion it was only as we walked around it that we discovered that six of those lost that day were three fathers and their sons and also twin brothers.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the emotional effect this would have on me. I told Claire that the tears running down my cheek were caused by the cold. I lied!
Later we visited Ty Ebbw Fach, where we received a warm welcome. The Heritage Centre, I found fascinating. The scones and the coffee in the coffee shop were half tidy too.
Although I knew where I was going when we set out from Ynysybwl, there were no road signs for Six Bells before we got to the roundabout at Aberbeeg, which is only around the corner. It is surprising, also, that there are only two brown heritage road signs, one at the roundabout and another a little further on the road to Abertillery. The village itself is so typical of a Valleys mining community, at the bottom of the hill, hemmed in on every side.
I’m very glad we made the trip. I will be making it again. 


Dydd Mercher, unfed ar ddeg, Rhagfyr 2013                   Wednesday 11th. December 2013

So, this is the difficult second album….well the equivalent of one. I was prompted to write my first blog by the visit to Guardian at Six Bells. Today, I just want to post something on
11.12.13. Bit childish, isn’t it.  ChildLIKE, now that is something worth aspiring to.
Last evening I had the privilege to conduct the first Aikido examination of a young man named Cian, who has recently attained the magic age of seven years. In childlike fashion, I could see in his technique that he had taken in what he had been taught and did his absolute best to put it into practice. Often, we adults take what we can from a teacher but still think that, in some respects, we know better. Over the last twenty three years I have witnessed some jaw-dropping achievements from very young people. Perhaps it is because they have no preconceptions and have not yet been tainted with cynicism. To become like them, once again, childlike, is no mean ambition. Perhaps the ultimate purpose of our study is to lose the ‘ego’. And, yes, I DO know how difficult that is.
Dydd Mercher Hapus, fi fach.


Dydd Iau, deuddegfed, Rhagfyr 2013                   Thursday 12th. December 2013

Shw mae, fi eto. Claire has often suggested I write a book. Well, you know she’s strange. However, the idea is not entirely unappealing, although, in light of yesterday’s musings I have to ask myself if that isn’t pandering to the ego.
I have a title for it, this book that doesn’t exist; its ‘Adventures inside the mind of Adam Dean’. The thought of the time and discipline that would be required for such a project is more than a little daunting, but if I continue to find the time to write these short passages then I suppose that one day there might be enough to put in a book.
Here’s a definition of art; the expression of the mind through the body. I would worry about some of the entrants for the Turner Prize; I would worry about the people who award it.
Aikido is a martial art. Literally, an art of war; an art of surviving war. However, as most of us are unlikely to experience war on a personal basis or have our lives threatened in armed combat, perhaps a better way to define it is ‘the art of living with danger’. The first thing to do then, is to develop a mind that perceives danger. When was the last time that you nearly knocked someone down who stepped off the pavement and walked in front of your car whilst engrossed in conversation on their mobile ‘phone or composing a text?
Hwyl am nawr, fi fach.


Dydd Gwener, trydydd ar ddeg, Rhagfyr 2013                     Friday 13th. December 2013 

So what is perception? (I don’t imagine that these things will always be linked up, but it is today). How about ‘Imagination’? But what I imagine needs to be true. And what is the truth? Something which makes someone else wrong. My imagination is most probably true if it coincides with what most other people imagine to be the truth. This is not necessarily the case; ten others may think I am wrong and I can still be right. However, it is worth asking why ten other people think you are wrong. Which brings me to Columbus.
Columbus believed the world to be round. Most people thought him mad. When everyone else imagined it to be true, it became a fact. More about Columbus to come.
In the meantime, consider how annoying it is to break a finger nail if you use them to play guitar. I might expand on this when I stop sulking.
Cyn bo hir, fi fach.        


Dydd Sadwrn, pedwerydd ar ddeg, Rhagfyr 2013            Saturday 14th. December 2013 

Hylo eto. Ah yes, Columbus. It is said that some time after his historic trip to the Americas he was in a bar back in Portugal when he overheard someone ‘dissing’ him. The comments were along the lines of, ‘…well, anyone could have done that. What makes him so special?’. It was the custom to keep hard boiled bantam eggs on the bar for the punters. (Pickled egg, anyone?) Columbus asked if anyone could get one of these eggs to stand on its end. Many essayed the task, but failed, whereupon he simply banged it down hard on the bar, breaking the shell and it did indeed stand on end. ‘You see’, he said, and no doubt with a smirk on his face, ‘anyone could have done that, but I had to show you first’.

Be grateful for the insights of others. There are no limits to where you might go with a new found ‘truth’. Each time we perceive the truth of something we view our whole world differently.