Can't Breathe, Can't Fight

[alanajoli]

jimhines talks a lot about martial arts and writing on his blog. An experience at kempo tonight lent itself to this kind of comparison as well, so I thought I'd try an analogy over here.

I'm allergic to citrus-scented cleaning solutions. While this gets me out of certain housework tasks (Twostripe is incredibly accommodating about mopping the kitchen floor while I'm out of the house), it also comes with the inconvenience of not being able to breathe around that artificial smell. So tonight at the dojo, when trying to clear out the smell in the waiting room, one of our instructors sprayed some air freshener containing whatever ingredient it is that makes me choke. When he came back into the dojo, I could feel my lungs tighten.

There's a saying: "Can't see, can't fight. Can't walk, can't fight. Can't breathe, can't fight." It's meant to list targets on an opponent that will end fights fast (which is one of the things kempo is about). I suppose it's also a list of the targets you need to carefully defend: eyes, knees, and throat. Suddenly not able to fully breathe, I bowed out and hung out in the parking lot for a few minutes before my sensei came out to find out what happened. I explained; he apologized profusely; I accepted and said I'd just wait ten minutes or so to see if I could come back in. It didn't end up clearing up, but one of the other instructors came out to work with me on the lawn in front of the dojo, so maybe we were good street-side advertising as a bonus.

Breathing is really important -- and not just when you can't do it. You can't forget to breathe when you're working out, or you'll drop. You can't forget to breathe while you're, say, in labor, either. That's the literal. But, metaphorically, if you can't breathe -- if you can't just take a bit of time to live, to enjoy life, to just *be* -- you can't write. For me, the more anxiety and stress I cause myself by worrying about whether or not I'm writing enough sometimes keeps me from remembering to breathe.

I finally turned in some chapters of Blood and Tumult to lyster last night, and I wrote a review this morning. There's other work to be done, but for most of today, I just took a little time to breathe. And I feel recharged.

Comments

[dmoonfire.livejournal.com]

I'm the same way with bleach when Fluffy uses it to clean the house. It just makes it really hard for me to breath and I usually flee the house. I know why, but it is remarkable how sensitive I am to it.

Breathing is an important thing. One good example is that it is really hard to get angry or upset if you take deep breaths. Not just shallow angry ones, but just long deep breath one. I suspect much of my mellow personality comes from that, but there are so many times when I start to get anxious about writing (you know, the "I suck as a writer" "why do you let me put down words") when a deep breath lets me calm down.

[lyster.livejournal.com]

I love that saying -- it's as perfect for the writer's craft as for the marital artist's.

"Can't see, can't write. Can't walk, can't write. Can't breathe, can't write."

It'll take me a while to spin out what all of those mean... I think you may have inadvertently given me a blog topic for the next few days. :)