Wholistic Fitness

pic: Breath and Posture courtesy of Navajo National Monument the other day…

This past week has been an unexplainable roar of  unbidden happiness couched within crazy outer worldly stress…which in my karmic path, usually means money…errr, the lack of it.  Gary Synder once wrote, “Having money suddenly produces a zen-like calm,”   and having been rich and poor over several times in the course of this incarnation,  ilg can attest…having money (especially as a father with a child and partner) does indeed produce a zen-like calm to my regular sadhana of the four Wholistic Fitness® Lifestyle Principles.

Meditating regularly (WF Discipline #4) inevitably produces an unmistakable seance of silent witnessing to the drama inherent to the Outer World – like when Dewa trumpets from our bedroom in the early light of mornings as i am finishing a forced, yet all-Ways priceless WF EMR (Early Morning Ritual) session:   “DADDY!!! i’m HUNGRY!  CAN i watch something on the iPAD?”   

Today i planted corn and made Blue Mush, both Navajo necessities which spring forth from the dryness inherent to this region…Lets send a prayer that one day,  doctors realize that planted food is the medicine and in the planting is the Awakening.

Perhaps it’s that pranic sustenance springing forth from spring itself,  yet what I do notice is that my natural state of joy (sacred, inherent, ongoing beyond happy feelings)  is resonating  deeper yet more accessible within the quilt of everyday life.  It’s kinda like,  i am c(om)ing to terms with the fact that my LifeWork is but an unacknowledged springboard for many others in my profession and that i simply have to let go of constantly evaluating how I measure up in the world.

The now-ness of Dewa’s (6) presence—her summer-flushed cheeks and sveltely tanned limbs – both in a seeming dance during her  track workouts trumps all imagined future worries.

The Juniper Ash i use in making the Blue Mush inspires my own willingness to be awed.

Buddha recognized that ignorance of our true nature is the root of all the torment of samsara, and the root of ignorance itself is the mind’s habitual tendency to distraction.

To end the mind’s distraction would be to end samsara itself; the key to this, he realized, is to bring the mind home to its true nature, through the practice of meditation.