Michael Thompson Sensei – Lifetime Achievement Award

Michael Thompson Sensei – Lifetime Achievement Award

by Jim Sterling

On February 5, 2021, Shintaido of America (SOA) held a celebration via Zoom to honor Michael Thompson, Doshu, with a Lifetime Achievement Award. During this event over 40 of his students and colleagues spoke about the impact he had on their lives through Shintaido. 

Michael Thompson was born in 1938. He received a B.A. from Hamilton College in 1960, an M.A. from Middlebury College in 1963, and a Ph.D. from the State University of New York, Buffalo in 1969, specializing in French literature. 

He taught high school French (and German!) for three years before becoming Assistant Professor of French at Hobart College from 1969-71. 

While in France in the fall of 1971, he began his study of Shintaido with Marc Bassis, a student of Aoki-sensei and Egami-sensei. He first met Aoki-sensei in France and then, a year later, went to Japan to study with him and the Rakutenkai group. 

After two years in France, he returned to the U.S. and started to teach Shintaido at Hobart College where he stayed for two years. 

In 1975, he joined with H.F Ito in San Francisco where they established the first national Shintaido organization, then known as Rakuntenkai-Shintaido of California in 1976. 

Michael Thompson published his book “Untying Knots: A Shintaido Chronicle in 1996. He became the first non-Japanese Doshu in 2004. 

As Michael approaches his 85th year, he has been honored with this Lifetime Achievement Award and in season two of the podcast David Franklin is reading from his autobiography “Untying Knots: A Shintaido Chronicle”.

You can watch the recording of this special event on our YouTube

There were many people who spoke during the celebration.  We have captured some comments for you to read.  Enjoy!

Master Instructor – H.F. Ito Sensei

H.F. Ito Sensei

I have many memories, but I particularly remember the congratulations that Aoki Sensei gave me at the Shintaido America Tenth Anniversary Event, “Shintaido Ten” Gasshuku in 1986.

Aoki sensei said:

Shintaido America has come to be what it is today, firstly, because of Ito Fugaku’s “ability to carry out objectives,” which he has cultivated through his karate training, and secondly, because of Michael Thompson’s “intelligence” and “gentleness” in supporting it! 

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to Michael for his ability to digest my numerous unrestrained suggestions and gradually transform them into something more tangible and concrete to develop Shintaido America.

Thank you so much, Michael!

Master Instructor Masashi Minagawa
 

Master Instructor Masashi Minagawa

I heartily congratulate you, Michael, on your Lifetime Achievement Award today.

I’d like to share three episodes with Michael.
In the days of Rakuten kai, the predecessor of Shintaido, an American with an afro came along with a French instructor. Aoki Sensei took notice of this young man’s intelligence rather than the French instructor and, with the help of an interpreter, enthusiastically explained the Aoki World to him. Soon he became independent from the French instructor and became a resident of Rakuten kai, where Ito Sensei and other Rakuten kai members lived.

I would like to share my memories of the three kumites with him.

1. The Shoko team & Invisible teacher
The other day in Japan, I saw Kato sensei’s wife. I told her about this ceremony and that I would like to talk about an episode of Michael and Kato sensei, which she was very pleased about.

A group of young people formed a team to introduce Shintaido to the world, and a national event was held to promote it. Shoko team of three people were formed, and Michael and I were in the same group.

Each team went into a forest nearby and we did Shoko for one hour. Kato Sensei was watching over everyone’s practice. When Michael thought Kato sensei’s presence had disappeared, he relaxed, and then Kato sensei whispered gently into Michael’s ear from behind, “Michael”. In that instant, our team became relaxed and united.

Since then, Michael often came to my house with biscuits. Later, he founded the International Shintaido Federation with Ito Sensei and others, and they, along with the American Shintaido people, warmly watched over me and encouraged me when I had lost my way in Japan.

Michael is very good at guiding young people.
I was one of them, and I recently realised that he had been watching over my practice,
which I didn’t really notice, invisibly.

2. International Shintaido Federation & ‘San nin ichi retsu’/ Three in a Row

Michael , Ito sensei and myself demonstrated the Sannin Ichiretsu at the international event in America.

That kumite became a new starting point for me.
Instead of colliding with each other, in the open world created by Michael and Ito sensei, I was able to release unnecessary strength from my constricted body, enjoy kumite, and later I became a member of the international Shintaido movement.

This trio continues to this day.

3. Generalizing the world where heaven, earth, people, and I are one/ “Tenchi hitobito ware ittai”

The final episode is the Doshu exam in 2004, where he demonstrated Hikari with Connie.

He generalized and embodied Mr. Aoki’s world of unity of heaven, earth, and people. He showed us the world of light and play, where the other party can be freed by his very existence. It remains deeply in our hearts as a message that pointed us in a new direction.

And I am convinced that it will become a guideline not only for American Shintaido, but also for us Shintaido practitioners, and will continue to shine as eternal life.

Congratulations, Michael, on your day!

General Instructor, Jim Sterling – Michael’s Student for over 45 Years

Jim Sterling, on the left

Thank you for inviting me to say a few words on this special day honoring Michael Thompson with a special achievement award.  

I first met Michael at Hobart college around 1973, although it was not in the classroom but on a field where we were playing touch football. Michael had recently returned to the campus from Paris where he was introduced to Shintaido.   I caught a pass in front of him and his “touch” knocked me into the ground.  I was surprised that this rather skinny and quiet academic was so strong.  Guess he had his koshi turned on!

After college I eventually moved to San Francisco in 1976 and started attending regular evening classes taught by Michael and Ito.  I eventually found a job where I began my day in the afternoon and needed to find another time for keiko.

I had heard Michael and Ito were practicing together in the morning in Golden Gate Park and I asked if I could join them.  They agreed.  Every morning, I would ride my bicycle with my bo tied to the bike’s cross bar.   I arrived at their apartment around 8am and went upstairs to wait until they were ready.   Typically, Michael was awake sitting in his living room chair drinking tea and reading the Bible.  The three of us would walk slowly and quietly through  the park to the baseball diamond where we did some brief warmups.  Ito and Michael would practice by themselves and eventually do some kumibo.  I was instructed to do two things for the entire hour of class, jump back and forth across the field and run Eiko with my bo.  Sometimes, when I finished they would do kumite with me but that was rare.  Those morning keikos got me hooked on Shintaido and I’m sure Ito and Michael were teaching me from a distance.

The first of two stories I’d like to share about Michael took place in the basement of a church in Japan Town.  Ito had a relationship with the minister at the church so we were able to use the space for free.  The Shintaido students at that time were very eager to have new people come to  practice.  We wanted to spread the word about this amazing body movement so any newcomers were welcomed and encouraged to join our group.  

One evening, a pleasant couple showed up.  They were very svelte, around thirty-five and dressed in fashionable active wear.  Michael was teaching the class and they seemed intrigued by the keiko.  After they left, I asked Michael whether or not he thought they would return.   He immediately replied, “Nope, they weren’t desperate enough.”  I promise I did not steal this from Burtis !   Hope it isn’t a recurring theme but as Lou Reed once sang, “those were different times.”

The second story took place at an International Gasshuku.  I think it may have been in France or the Bay Area but my memory isn’t so clear.  During the last keiko, Aoki Sensei presented his latest creation called Taimyo Kata.  Now, many of you are familiar with this and know it is combination of various Shintaido movements.   The students were fascinated and excited about this new arrangement. After the keiko ended, I asked Michael, “Well, what do you think about Taimyo?”   He smiled and replied. “Microsoft upgrade to 3.0.”

I always enjoyed Michael’s teaching both in and out of the dojo and really missed him when he left the Bay Area.  His sense of humor and sharp wit was a necessary counterpoint to Ito, who at the time, was very serious about his mission to spread Shintaido in the States.

Finally, my deepest impression and fondest memories of Michael came from doing kiroroshi kumite with him.    He was always able to cut deeply into me.   Unforgettable and transformative moments.  I encourage everyone who has the opportunity to ask him for this kumite.  Thank you Michael !!! 

Nancy Billias – Shintaido of America Board Member and Long Time Student of Michael

Nancy Billias

Michael, 

I expect you will be both happy and embarrassed by this award.

Your lifetime achievement has been to bring Shintaido out of its Japanese shell.  If it hadn’t been for your sojourn at Hobart, there would have been no Bela Breslau as a Senior Instructor, and therefore no Stephen Billias as an Instructor, and therefore no Shintaido Farm, and very likely, no Shintaido North East. There would have been no David Franklin as a Senior Instructor, and therefore no Shintaido in the Czech Republic. No Gianni Rossi as a Senior Instructor, and therefore no Shintaido in Italy. 

Quite an achievement, I’d say.

There’s probably much more that I’m leaving out, but that is enough to be going on with, as they say. 

As for me, I can only say that we have come a long way from the early days when I was so afraid of you! And that I will always remember your only piece of feedback for me when I took and passed my Assistant exam. You told me I needed to meditate more. You were, as so annoyingly often, right. 

Thank you for everything you have been and done for all of us. Thank you for showing us a new way to be in the world.

Nicole Beauvois – From France

Nicole Beauvois on the right

Thank you Michael !  

You have once again been able to reunite so many “old timers” around you.

I want to share my impressions about one aspect of your nice character.

It was in England, maybe Wales, and I had taken the Assistant exam.    I was very anxious about the results of the exam.  Ito was sitting next to you at the same table and when my name was announced, you were both laughing and that made me even more nervous. 

I thought Ito would give me the feed-back, but it was you who did it.  I was very nervous at the beginning since I knew you were very sharp and honestly, I was afraid that you would tease me in front of everyone.

But, I still remember your nice smile (with a lot of teeth) and your kind feedback.
I was so surprised by such  supportive comments since I was sure you would list all my weak points and instead,  I was very moved.  You suggested that I have more confidence in myself because my demonstration was very good.

I still remember this moment and this kindness, that I have seen many times, and also the accuracy of your evaluation on the practice.  But, those things have already been mentioned by other people so I must be right.

Also I want to thank you for the fun translation of Aoki speeches into French, but I do not know why they were always shorter than the actual speech …..HA HA !!

And thank you for the moments around a “nice cup of tea” and cookies.

Hoping to see you again soon “Tonton Mike.”
Love,
Nicole de France

Stephen Billias – Michael’s Student and Neighbor

Stephen Billias on the left

I’m grateful for the opportunity to speak about Michael Thompson Doshu. In the years since Michael moved up to Greenfield, Massachusetts to be Master Instructor in Residence at the new Shintaido Farm, I have learned so much from him! He was present at every one of the many gasshukus that Shintaido Northeast held at the Farm, either as a teacher or a thoughtful observer. For many years, we have had a strong tradition of Sunday morning informal keikos with Michael, Bela, Margaret Guay and me, with occasional visitors and guests, first at the Farm and later at the Senior Center in South Deerfield, in our back yard on Graves Street, or out by the Connecticut River in Turners Falls. Often, Michael’s contribution would be a few minutes at the end of these keikos, often with a single keen insight into our practice, which we gladly pay him for in breakfasts, either at our house or the Shady Glen Café!

I have witnessed Michael-sensei’s transformation into a kind and gentle wise elder. I’m proud and honored to consider him as a friend in addition to my main teacher since the inception of the Farm. Michael doesn’t put on airs or act like the guru. The other day I was in our local co-op the Greenfields Market, where Michael goes every day and where he is well known by all the staff. I mentioned to Judy, one of the cashiers, that Michael was one of five Master Instructors in the world in Shintaido, and she had no idea!

Some of the people on this Zoom may not know that Michael is also a grandfather figure to our daughter Sophia. They have a wonderful relationship that includes their common interest in the latest technology, and occasional beer runs to keep Michael stocked for his nightly IPA.

I hope that I can continue my studies with Michael, and our friendship, for many years to come. Thank you, Michael, from the depths of my heart.

Shintaido Northeast Kangeiko

Shintaido Northeast Kangeiko

by Eva Thaddeus

In the Northeast, our coldest cold spell this winter came in February.  It was down to zero where I live just north of NYC, and windy as well.  In an otherwise mostly mild winter, it suddenly felt dangerous just to be outside. My chickens, who usually strut around happily in the open air all season, took refuge in their dog crate and did not want to come out. I was reminded that cold, very cold, and extremely cold are all quite different things.  

So it was for Kangeiko weekend.  I planned to join the gasshuku late, driving up to Massachusetts in time to make the second keiko, because I had business at home on Saturday morning.  That morning I got voice mail from Mary Foran saying, “The dojo has no heat.  We are in the basement with a space heater.  Just letting you know in case you want to rethink coming all this way.”  I texted back, “Unless you decide to give up and go home, I’d like to come.  I want to see everybody.” Since Kangeiko means cold weather practice, and since we’ve done a lot of Kangeiko together for many years, I didn’t think there was much chance of disbanding because of cold weather, even extremely cold weather.

Sure enough, when I got to the Town Hall in Petersham, Massachusetts, I was greeted by friends in down vests and gloves, saying, “Wear whatever you want for this keiko as long as it’s warm.” They led down to the basement where, with the help of the space heater, the space was up above freezing, just barely.  Bela Breslau had taught that morning, and had to start by discussing with the group what to do about the lack of heat.  Unfortunately, a couple of people had needed to drop out because the cold wasn’t workable for them, including Michael Thompson who had been scheduled to give some of the instruction. The people who stayed had begun by huddling in a circle and sharing verbally some of what was going on in their lives.  Then Bela led freehand sword cutting.  Swords turned out not to work because the basement ceiling was too low.  

For the second keiko, Matt Shorten led warmups and Stephen Billias taught. I found that the basement was really very cold!  After a 3-hour drive, it was hard to feel that warmups had done much in the way of warming my body.  But as we went through our usual keiko progression, bringing more vigor into our movement, the warmth started to come.  We practiced more sword movements free hand: hasso and mugen.  Finally, Stephen asked if we were willing to go upstairs into the dojo with no heat at all, so we could use our swords.  We agreed, we went, and it was even colder!  But – now we had bokutohs and boken.  And Stephen had us working in pairs.  There is something about the alertness that comes with kumitachi that warms my body, every time.  It was especially noticeable once Stephen put us in groups of five, with four attacking one who stood in the center.  The eyes, the brain, the blood, the arms and legs all went on high alert.  Now it seemed good to me to be doing such a very cold weather practice, bringing life and warmth into the depths of winter.

Stephen brought us outside for a final tenso-shoko. We stood in a patch of the village green and cut forward as the church bell struck five and the bell tower of the Town Hall turned orange in the setting sun.

Dinner was at Matt and Bonnie’s home, cozy, potluck, with a dog and a fire.  Some of us stayed at Hartmann’s herb farm, a place we have been before, before the pandemic, before Joe Zawielski sensei’s passing. It was good to be back.  As Margaret Guay- who was my roommate – said to me, “This feels important.” The importance was not in the content of the keikos so much as in the resumption of the gasshuku kata.  It was important to eat together, to do more than one keiko and experience the physical/emotional/spiritual changes from one keiko to the next.  It was good that at least some of us could be together under one roof. 

On Sunday morning, Margaret led us in beautiful katas:  diamond eight (free hand and then with sword) and finally Taimyo Part One.  As we walked out of Town Hall after saying our goodbyes, guess what! It was up to forty degrees.  The cold weather lasted just as long as the Kangeiko.