Wholistic Fitness

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“Where your mind goes,

your CHI flows.”

– coach ilg

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HAVEN’T HAD ENOUGH VOTING YET? LET’S GET A WF TV WARRIORESS TO THE PODIUM!

Hi!

i just wanted to ask a Big Favor of you all – the Soap Opera Digest nominees just came out and Galen and i are nominated for “favorite couple”!� the only way to vote is to buy the Nov. 9th issue of Soap Opera Digest (which is on the stands now) find the attached ballot, vote and mail it in!

I would greatly appreciate all your votes! Thank you so very much for your help!!

Love,

mac

xo

NOTE: Student McKenzie did not ask me to put this on DL…i’m doing it because Student Mac has been an exceptional representative of WF in Hollywood as you have been reading about in DL and elsewhere. WF began as, and remains a High Performance Path. We are all about podiums; the more WF Students on the various podiums in the world, the better as far as i am concenered! you can visit Student Mac at: www.mckenzie-westmore.com

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On my DL 10/28 entry, i wrote about how amazing LA is for outdoor athletes. How accessible everything that glitters for the outdoor athlete is in amazing reach of the daily life of a Los Angelo. From snow to surf, from world class cycling to rock climbing to zen gardens for long sits. WF Online Student and HP Yogini Diana Eden (training under Teacher Ananda) a sixtysomething former Broadway dancer, is moving through our WF Online Programs well ahead of the pace toward Awakening. An incredible lady who, as you will be able to feel from her story below, is really beginning to turn on the faucet of her Awareness within the hustle and bustle of her Big City life. Without outdoor athletics, Student D is a shining example of how anyone, at any age can use WF training to feast upon the miracles of Mindfulness. Stories like this one is what truly makes me glad i worked so hard to make my approach to personal fitness expand the larger sense of what personal fitness truly means. I bow to you Student D! Great coaching, Teacher Ananda!

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Dear Coach

While I m one who enjoys looking at snow from afar and not getting anywhere near the stuff, I truly enjoyed your joyful excursion into LA�s first snow. Also Luke�s giddy joy at the Red Sox victory. May we all have that kind of child like wonder and joy.

I can�t help but share with you what I wrote last night regarding my beloved city, Los Angeles. (It�s long. Enjoy it if you wish).

It always puzzles me when I hear people saying LA is a concrete jungle, that it is a horrible place and that they

can’t wait to get out of here. If only they could see it through my eyes!

I love LA madly. I came out here 35 years ago for the entertainment industry

and the weather. I’m still here for those things, but I’ve grown to think of

Los Angeles as one of the most beautiful cities I know.

From the second floor of my humble abode in Sherman Oaks I can look out

through trees, across the valley floor, and see the mountains on the other

side of the valley. Behind my house is a small hill that is uninhabited,

except by a family of deer who wander past my back wall every once in a

while, (and this only �2 minutes from Sepulveda and Ventura Blvd). A number

of birds visit my small patio and back garden, and in summer butterflies and

bees seem to enjoy the place too. Both neighbors are so obscured by greenery

that I can cavort in my jacuzzi starkers, when I choose. (Which is often).

There’s always something blooming in Los Angeles. When East Coasters say

“they miss the seasons in LA�, they are just not looking! Summer is warm,

sunny, lazy-feeling, and brilliant bougainvillea are everywhere. In August the crepe

myrtle are in full bloom with fuchsia and magenta . Fall comes later than

in most places, but don’t tell the russet maple 2 blocks from me there’s no fall

colors! My roses bloom through December, for heavens sakes, even without me knowing anything

about gardening! Winter comes December 21st and the rains follow, but after

the rain, the sun usually burst forth, and everything glistens. Snow can be

seen all around us on mountain tops. By February the tulips are out, by

Easter the azaleas. In June the jacarandas umbrella us with lavender.

Few cities in the world I have visited are so richly colored and so beautifully lit with sunshine.

Even if one hates the freeways, there are still treasures to be found. �Drive the 10 West and

wait for the lovely reveal of Pacific Ocean as you emerge from the tunnel in Santa

Monica. Climb up the crowded 405 north and wait for the sight of the San

Fernando valley below as you crest the top. Drive Santa Monica Blvd east (or Olympic)

and see the snow capped Mount Baldy dead

ahead, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. (Ilg�s probably skiing or climbing it!)

LA has its difficult side, to be sure. It’s a hard town to find “community” in,

but I TAF one can find a non-geographical community quite easily – the

community of film people, of musicians, of surfers, of yoga practitioners, of

boule players (some French chefs gather in Rancho Park every Saturday to

play boule, who knew?), of Italians, of vintage car enthusiasts. I could go on and on.

I just know I find joy almost everyday in this extraordinary place.

Love

Diana