Native American Dharma Story…

Published on Aug 29, 2009 by in Native Americana

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Grant your blessings so that my mind may be one with the Dharma.
Grant your blessings so that Dharma may progress along the path.
Grant your blessings so that the path may clarify confusion.
Grant your blessings so that confusion may dawn as wisdom.
GAMPOPA

Noble Sangha,
well, i’m just about out the door to crank off the beautifully brutal; Kendrick Peak Duathlon workout (see DL Archives; Friday, November 14, 2008
“My” KENDRICK MOUNTAIN DUATHLON! a DL Print-And-Pump-It-Out Guide!) as i continue to prepare for Imogene Pass Race.

I told this Dharma story to my HP Yoga sangha just before last thursday’s latest whipping of HP PROP WORKOUT. got great feedback from a few of the students and i’d like to share it with you this morning as i await my SUNRIDER Herbs “Slim Cap Moment” before merging into the Sky and Earth Spirits on another Sacred Sweat mission to explore thyself…

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Recently an acclaimed anthropologist from Harvard decided he wanted to write a definitive treatise on the Native American culture of the southwest. He traveled to Flagstaff as his jumping off spot into the Navajo and Hopi Reservations.

For two weeks, the noted scholar camped among the ancient peoples of the arid land. Soon thereafter, he approach an Elder saying, “I have now witnessed your dances, I have now listened to your songs. I have a question.”

The Elder nodded, affirmatively, encouraging his question.

“Well, why do so many of your songs have to do about rain?”

After a while spent gazing across the wide, empty space of sagebrush and red earth spires the Elder replied, saying, “If you look out at this land, you see that it is very dry. Little grows here due to lack of rain which brings abundance and fertility to our Mother Earth. Because we lack it, we sing for the rain.”

The Elder then looked directly at the young scientist asking,
“Is that why your culture has so many songs about Love?”

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May all your Sweat Be Sacred,
and may you feel your feet upon Mother Earth,
and may you feel the whispering of Father Sky across your face…

your feeble teacher,
ilg

photo by coach, a couple of weeks ago traveling to the Oraivi 8k Hopi Footrace

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