kEiF as Way

My Unfinished CanvasIn my 40s, the shape of my life has found its structure, a frame built from milestones achieved. Yet within that stability, a new rhythm seeks its pulse. This is the move from building a foundation to exploring the depth it can hold.This space lives in the tension between the deliberate and the intuitive. Between the sharp, defining line and the soft, spreading ink. It’s in the exacting posture of a kata and the spontaneous laughter that follows a missed step. It’s the financial calculation that buys the paper, and the uncontrolled brushstroke that gives it meaning.Here, I practice. Not for trophies or titles, but for the subtle shift in balance, the quiet focus of the lens, the humility of a beginner's mind at the easel, in the dojo, at the breakfast table.A chronicle of the practice itself. Where the hard structure meets the soft expression, and both are stronger for it.