Seeds Chapter 2 Page 5

Nostalgia wasn’t a trait Steve admired but he knows that this dream, this bittersweet memory, was probably all that remained of the old man.

It’s a pity he wasn’t around when I was growing up, I could have used somebody like him then, a mentor.

But he only really discovered his spiritual calling late in life. He wasn’t ready to teach back then as much as I wasn’t ready to listen.

The Kata finishes and Moe stands still, slowly breathing as he focuses on his surroundings. Steve continues to observe him, taking in every detail as he continues to learn from him, even inside his own dream.

He loved being here. This dojo was a sanctuary to him, a sacred space