When I was out strolling under the apple blossoms, I was lucky to come across the chance meeting with an old friend, a blue jay I have named “Teacher Meng”, in honor of my master who taught me the way of the sword when I trained with him, every day at drunken moon pond, in Taipei Taiwan, many years ago. As I write this, I realize the 10th anniversary of his death will be this coming June. So I go back into the house, light some incense and place it in front of his photo, before I stat my morning workout.