Happy Thanksgiving!

May your Thanksgiving be grounded in gratitude, and rich in awareness.

For the food on our tables, while others face empty plates.

For the warmth in our homes, while others endure cold and conflict.

For the love of family and friends, while others are alone.

For the safety of peacetime, while others live in fear.

For the privilege of training—focused, free, and together.

At Phoenix Karate we are truly blessed. Great training with great friends, and a peaceful break from the day-to-day drama and distraction. We bow in, we breathe, we laugh and we learn. Let us also pause with gratitude for all we have.

Back-To-School Shout-out!

Whether you're studying to be a doctor, an artist, or even heading back to grade school—your club family is here cheering you on. We can’t wait to see you between classes and hear all about your adventures!

When the assignments pile up, the exams start lurking, and your brain feels like it’s running on fumes—the laughter, movement, and glorious organized chaos of our training will be sure to knock out your stress (just please don’t knock out each other—evade, parry, counter anyone?).

We’re right here with you. You’ve got this.

Clunk. Thud. Giggle?

They say time flies when you're having fun, and boy does time fly!

We bow in and stretch out. The air fills with the sound of limbs striking pads, there's laughter, more striking. Time to switch up. Now someone's being thrown. Laughter erupts from another pair. The evening slyly slips by.

Techniques are quietly becoming second nature, beyond the awareness of their practitioners. We bow out. There's friendly chit chat and the fighters depart as friends happily declaring, See you next... 

Strikes & Deflections & Take-Downs, Oh my!

On nights the mats come out, something shifts. For some, it’s the pads. For others, the ‘beating sticks’. For me? It’s the mats.

We train for self-defence, and in doing so, we tap into karate’s roots—not just strikes or throws, but a full system of movement, intention, and adaptability. 

Each move is precise. Each landing, controlled. There’s a quiet intensity to it. A rhythm. A trust. And yes, a whole lot of fun.

We move, we learn, we laugh. And sometimes, we fly—just for a moment—before we’re (gracefully, we hope) surrendered to the mat.