Showing posts with label Hwarang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hwarang. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Taekwondo In Korean History: Meaning Lies in the Eyes of the Practitioner


Taekwondo In Korean History:
Meaning Lies In The Eyes Of The Practitioner

by Taylor DiMeglio


Modern dicta implores us to “let go of the past,” to “stay in the present,” but as useful as it is, in taekwondo as in life, to live in the all-important N-O-W there is much to be said for mindfully including a consciously framed narrative of the history which informs our focus. Consciously framed. In other words, with deliberate choice, for it is not our histories which define our fates but the perspective through which we view them. Shall we be inspired or disillusioned? Do we wish to grow in purpose or to wallow in defeat?


Consider the person who grows up in an abusive environment. At one juncture in life, she counts herself a victim, at another juncture, a survivor. Both stances hold their own kinds of truth; yet, only one yields a fruitful path. So it is with taekwondo.

Some question taekwondo’s legitimacy as a korean martial art, or even as a unique martial art in its own right. After all, they say, a great deal of its techniques originate elsewhere, in China, and, significantly, Japan, via shotakan karate. How can it, then, be considered Korean? Further, some senior organizational taekwondo delegates have diminished, suppressed or otherwise denied avenues of external influence, with some suggesting that taekwondo has been around—in pure form—for thousands of years. (Surely, cave drawings do not lie!) Meanwhile, underplaying or overplaying data raises doubt and suspicion, opposite of its intention.

These are narrow frames, inhibitors of growth. The practitioner who adopts them sets himself up, with conscious or unconscious will, for discouragement and defeat. If I practice an illegitimate art, this mindset says, I, too, become illegitimate. Thus, the skeptic maintains an ‘out,’ imposing in practice a level of disengagement which easily turns into a loss of interest and eventual departure from taekwondo training. Initial gains are wasted. Enrollment declines.

Far better to take the broadest view, to understand taekwondo through the widest lens of Korean history and culture, recognizing that it is a veritable manifestation of a long, intricate narrative and inherently infused with the driven, willing spirit of its people. Pass on the legend of Tangoon, mythical forebear of this “land of the morning calm,” whose philosophical adherence to a universal humanism and duties to family and state underlie central tenets of Korean culture and taekwondo, and practitioners grow in humility and grace. An enlightened spirit underscores skill. Speak of the feats of ancient Hwarang and Sunbae warriors and allow their prowess to infuse today’s practice. Honor the full history through which taekwondo derives, and you are as a wise farmer who does not arbitrarily scatter the seeds, but first tends the soil, recognizing it as the origin of abundance.

Korean history is rife with struggle. Geographically speaking, it is not surprising that the citizens of a country formed on a peninsula might be leery and defensive, when they are both perceptually and actually vulnerable to attack. Ancient kingdoms with rivaling tribes and fearsome warriors establish the backdrop for a people honed to endure, to survive, and, ultimately, to overcome. The Paekche kingdom (18 BCE - 660 BC), Koguryo (37 BCE - 668 BC) and the small but mighty Sillan kingdom (57 BCE - 935 AD) warred tirelessly, though Silla was the eventual triumphant, unifying the three kingdoms into a collective dynasty. Korean strife didn’t end with the ancient kingdoms, but it is here, in antiquity, where the taekwondo practitioner authentically finds Korean spirit in its originating indomitable force. It’s still alive today, and, along with it, the skills and techniques of old, derived of kwonbop and taekyeon, which were practiced by the Sillan Hwarang.

Where infighting set the stage for indigenous martial development, external conflicts broadened its scope, particularly during the Japanese occupation from 1910-1945. During this thirty-five year period of extreme cultural oppression—which included book burning, sexual enslavement and a ban on native language and religion among other severe prohibitions—martial arts training was roundly forbidden, leaving the devoted with few options. Some practiced in secret. Others left Korea and learned where training was available to them, in China and, notably, Japan itself.

It may seem a strange decision for Korean martial artists to entrust their training to enemy hands, even where animus between nations may not have necessarily translated between individual citizens. Yet, life has its mandates. We are not called to travel passively as dust carried on wind, but to engage, to live, to set our own course with purpose. The martial artist, Korean or otherwise, strives for the Warrior Within, that elusive inner self which is enduring and impervious, who surpasses the temporal realm.

It comes again to perspective. The practitioner who demands cultural purity over all will find disappointment in its stead, while the practitioner who honors the multifarious influences of any chosen martial art and the collective value intrinsic in all martial arts gains wisdom alongside skill. It is this frame which emphasizes proficiency over egoistic evaluations.

So, too, the practitioner caught up in identifying the single best martial art might just as well spend time selecting a single best variety of toothpaste. Is it the whitening? The baking soda? Enamel protection? Should we do away with fluoride? Caught in the minutia of choice, the practitioner’s focus is cluttered and divided, and another trap, the trap of comparison, is set. Use comparison as a vehicle for fault-finding in a marriage and things become rocky indeed. Those who dig for faults will find them, though primarily because of the perspective of the mind which seeks them than due to the particular shortcomings themselves. No one and nothing is perfect. The practitioner who digs instead for treasure—in relationships, in themselves, in taekwondo—will find it and prosper.

Following the Japanese Occupation, bans were lifted. Korea set out to restore their vast cultural heritage—a restoration of native arts, food and philosophical paradigms. Korean martial artists, among them many masters, sought to unify the whole of their learning, incorporating not a narrow few but all of its influences including Japan, China and their own ancient, native forms. It incorporated not only physical techniques and skill but the Confucian and Buddhist overtones and the in-dwelling Korean spirit so indicative of their history and important to their culture. Through the unwavering efforts of General Choi, Hong Hi this martial art came to be officially known as taekwondo, a Korean martial art. 

Friday, January 9, 2015

Learning to Climb
by Mark McNutt
 (Blue Belt - A Retrospective of My Training Midpoint to Black Belt)


            Halfway up the mountain.  But this is only the first mountain in a vast chain where every mountain is higher than the one previous.  In that sense Blue Belt, hardly seems like a midpoint.  At Chosun Taekwondo Academy, achieving 1st Dan black belt is described as ‘the beginning’, so
actually, though I have climbed half a mountain, I have not yet completed the first step, I have merely raise one foot in preparation for it.  This is a small movement when compared the whole journey ahead, yet I believe it has a value in it that goes beyond anything it will ever lead to.  The belts white, yellow, orange, green and blue have introduced and familiarized me with the core aspects of taekwondo, and that is something higher belts can reemphasize, but never replicate.  

            The personal history of my climb started as an indecisive white belt.  I entered reluctantly through the gift of an introductory pack to Chosun Academy and spent a few months training with one foot in and one foot out of the school.  Despite this lukewarm state of mind, I managed to learn some valuable lessons, like how to move about on the dojang floor, how to interact with other students in simulated confrontations, and how to listen properly to teachers.  I also learned the five tenants of taekwondo, which began to point to the spiritual side of the art.

I graduated to yellow belt without having made a concrete decision to stay.  But here I had a brush with bit enlightenment that helped settle my mind.  I became intrigued with the Korean warrior known as the Hwarang whose distinct martial attitude had a major effect upon taekwondo.  It was their diversity that appealed to me: the fact that they sought to develop themselves in spiritual, artistic, and social ways that went beyond their study of pure martial arts.  Here was an idea that I could lock into, that of being a multifaceted martial artist, where all facets come together to create one life as a whole.  When I attempted to put this into practice, I quickly discovered that, yes, I could live a lifestyle that was multifaceted and balanced, but only if I set my own pace and resisted the influenced of those around me who had a more singular focus.  When dealing with martial arts, I told myself that taekwondo was a lifestyle and not a race.  Therefore, it didn’t matter when I got to any particular place, as long as I got there.  My only obligation was to keep moving forward and not to retreat.  That changed everything for me.  It was a way of life I could live with.  Belt tests come up every three months – but I spent six months as a yellow belt before testing for orange; the advantage of that was that at no point did I feel like leaving.

            Orange belt was the cementing of the lifestyle I had forged as a yellow belt.  I took it leisurely, though that’s not saying that I took it lightly.  The slower pace helped me keep up with business outside of taekwondo, while at the same time giving me a deeper appreciation of the art form.  I took more time to read, finishing up and even taking some notes from Master Cook’s A Pathway to Excellence.  I signed up for the annual TKD awards dinner.  In other words, I had time to take in the whole picture of Chosun Taekwondo Academy rather than just the pieces that would get me through the next belt test.  The slower pace allowed my spiritual side to grow on par with my physical abilities.  I spent six months as an orange belt and graduated to green belt with little difficulty.  At green my patterns of training evolved as my abilities grew and my tendency to be intimidated by tasks this particular martial art set before me hardened; my attendance increased.  Suddenly six months seemed too long and with a slight push I successfully tested at three months to achieve blue belt. 

            Now, something close to three months later, I find myself with a purple stripe on my blue belt and a mind set for testing.  I am midway on the mountain between white belt and black belt; I can clearly see my destination from here and am already starting to feel like I belong up there.  I know that as a blue belt I am not yet up to ‘warrior’ caliber; nevertheless, I feel like a martial artist.  From where does that feeling come?  Well, perhaps it comes from the knowledge that no martial art, no matter how formidable, can ever scare me away again, because no martial art can ever again challenge me as a pure novice.  Going halfway up the mountain has taught me how to climb and has gotten me used to being a ‘climber’.  Once a person learns to climb, all mountains become accessible.