This picture hangs on the wall behind me. I see it in the mirror as I practice my ever first Wing Chun form. The first Wing Chun form. The foundation of a legacy.
Siu Lim Tao, meaning “little idea” is deceptive. It appears so simple. My mind doesn’t wander. I focus on the first step. Over and over and over. I do it at home more.
Later, when my body hurts I realize how correct Sifu was. The muscles are learning which ones will do what. What ones I shall dictate do what. I’m not used to this. It’s the first brick. It has to set correctly. It’s a change.
Wing Chun (spring chant) is an intriguing art. Nobody really knows it’s beginnings. There’s this legend of a woman who invented it. Yim Wing-Chun. “The only martial art invented by a woman!” I’ve said to people assuming the role of erudite teacher on the topic. When really, I know nothing. But the legend is fantastic and why not share a good story. I enjoy it.
Read it here.
I also know of Ip Man, Sifu of Bruce Lee (“He trained him? Hmm.”) and Grandmaster of Wing Chun. I’ve seen the movies. They’re awesome. Highly recommend. But I also know Ip Man told this story as well and I find some comfort in that.
I think about how some Grandmasters would scoff and whisper behind their hands of “American kung fu!” and laugh and laugh and laugh. I find myself frightened and a little insulted. But anger is not the way. Too much of that has been a stain on my existence. So I shall try a new way.
The way of 永春 “eternal springtime”.
I like the sound of that.