daze

Took some pictures of my pre-sharpened knives.  I'm super happy with the result of my yanagi, it pulls through fish like they aren't even there.  I've never had a knife this sharp, but it is queer to think that the blade has yet to reach its potential through my imperfect practice.  My gyuto is sharp, and capable, but I managed to smudge its shinogi line and I can't get the tip to sharpen, it is going to take time and energy.

My sister is back in Santa Cruz, I have a strong desire to visit her, maybe by Greyhound if that is the means I can find.  It would be good to spend some days in their weather.  I still feel that energy to go, to disappear somewhere I have never been except in my mind.  My job traps me here, and Humboldt, but I know that the only real cage is in my mind.  The Chinese healers say that it is our fear which hunches us over and destroys our body, crushed beneath the weight of our bones and terror.  Siddhartha merely pleads with us to wake up.