“I wanna see big apes out there!” I shout to a group of 10 year-olds. Bare feet, peeking out from underneath bright white karate gi’s, pound on the wooden floor.
“Ooh-ooh-ooh” they intone, lower and deeper than their usual squeaky voices. With fists thumping their chests, they make their way across the training floor and line up in front of a punching bag, ready to show their “ape fists.”
I believe in animals. Not in the sense that we should refrain from eating them or wearing their skins on our feet. I believe in their energy, the lessons they can teach us.