This is my dojo.
Wait a minute… Where are the mats? The punchbags? The people in white suits shouting?
Well that’s one kind of dojo, yes. One in which I have spent a huge portion of my adult life! But the dojo is not exclusive to martial arts.
The word “dojo” means a place of learning. A space where you come to develop the self.
That’s what my new dojo is for.
It’s where I sit to contemplate. To think. To be inspired. It’s where I do my daily mindfulness exercise.
In a good chair, in the company of “giants”, this is where I grow. From the person I am into the person I’m becoming.
Within arm’s reach I can:
- Visit Middle Earth
- Join Shackleton on his Antarctic adventures
- Read Yeats, Whitman, Thomas (who I still struggle to understand!)
- Learn from many of the greats of business
- Research new and interesting topics
- Tackle a cryptic crossword for a moment
…and many more.
So yes, in the truest sense of the word, this is a dojo too. My place of learning.
My dojo.
Where do you go when you need to think and learn?
That Richard Bloke 
inspirational, did not know what dojo meant, and feel I could do with a space like this….
thank you
You’re welcome buddy and thanks for readng!
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