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Grandmother, as captured by feeble ilg, on a -15  (whose really counting?) evening during a bicycle commute after teaching another sacred HP Yoga™ class at the Cave of Champions, Durango, Colorado.   May God take pity among all those who have yet to understand (stand under) the sheer beauty of Winter’s Grace.

why do so few Embrace Winter?
why do so few Embrace the Challenge of Opening thy hips?
for both hold the higher part of thee…inside the pain.
oh, the sultry sexiness of bicycling or skiing through -15 below when all others seek the comfort of poetry and wise words or of drunken glee in one form or another…give ilg the snotty, heaving  breath beneath the shackles of stars and the dancing shadows of Grandmother’s night.  May Her miraculous Brahmanic kata’s choreograph endlessly upon the shores of our innermost, tribal Soul!

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