Here's the shihan being grabbed by a tall fellow:
Instead, we must bend our wrist upward and allow the opponent to fall into us through his own power. The sensei of course makes this look easy. And it is. If you let become easy. I didn't.
As with many things in life, I made it much more difficult than it really was. I thought too much, worried too much, fought too much. The result was a sweaty, frustrated writer.
I eventually relaxed and did the waza somewhat effectively. What a snap! How easy! How stupid I felt! I just stopped fighting and moved right through the technique.
The rest of the waza is a result of the aite losing his position of power and almost drowning in his own strength. The tori just steps into the uke and lets the uke fall of his own accord.
Here's the shihan entering the aite's space with an iriminage as the uke begins to drop to the mat:
Why do I make the simple things so difficult? Why can't I just flow smoothly into things with all the stress and hardship?
