Wholistic Fitness

due to popular request and because for some reason most of you have no idea of the wealth and intimacy and greatness of our WF SanghaLounge where this type and much more personal lives of WF Warriors is being exchanged each day…

here is a Dewa Sadhana, clipped from today’s WF SanghaLounge. and, thank you to all of you who write in, asking for more updates on “Conscious Parenting”…

– coach ilg

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Author: Coach Ilg
Joined: 30 Oct 2006
Posts: 620
Location: Kinlani “The Place Where Thunder Lie”

PostPosted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 3:00 pm

ilg reckons we Daddies and Mommies oughta start our own Cave Chamber so we don’t bore the be-jesus outta the single warriors in the Tribe?

this morning; my Dewa Sadhana was:

7:30am – prepare Dewa’s breakfast with Dewa playing and/or hugging on my legs. we both feed the Bird Beings (it is Ritual to feed other Beings before ourselves in the WF Temple H(om)e). we blow kisses to the Bird Beings as we go back inside for Dewa’s breakfast of strawberries, blueberries, yogurt, and Sunrider’s EverGreen.

8:00 am – ilg plays ZenDarts® at Dewa’s request (She LOVES when Abba or Amma play ZenDarts®) while Dewa swings in Her indoor swing i hung with carabiners from the rafters…we recite the Numbers as i flow around the Board…this morning She said Her first Number; SIX. of course, duh. that is the number of syllables in Her Mantra: Om Ami Dewa Hri.

8:30 am – she watches…no…studies scrupulously Baby Einstein’s “First Signs” DVD (Dewa is a superb sign language artist…can’t imagine having a baby that cannot express his or herself through signing; incredibly empowering) Meanwhile, ilg cranks off my not-so-early Early Morning Ritual into a version of the Kinalni Flow…when Dewa hears me start doing a pranayam, She comes and sits on my lap while i’m in Full Lotus. given the fact that my particular pranayams finish with 7 reps of MahaVedhaMudra (a bouncing/flying affair while in Full Lotus designed to spark the Kundalini triggers from Muladhara Chakra), this is a type of Resistance Training that has yet to become mainstream!

9:00 am – zen play with giant blocks (made in China god dang it). in between playing blocks with Her, i made some scrambled eggs for Her which She ate.

9:45 am – the protein must have gotten to Her brain, because now Dewa signs to me that She wants to go drive Bala…so, we go outside and clamber into and pretend to drive Bala (our Honda Element).

10:00 am – with Dewa sitting in my lap, we actually drive Bala (Dewa can steer pretty well for a 22-month old…we never break 4 mph…there are distinct advantages to growin’ up a country gal!) down the 300 meters of dirt road to feed the chickens (Sita and Ram). we blow kisses to Sita and Ram and then drive down another dirt road looking for available trampolines to play on…none available…back at the ranch…and…

10:45 am – onto the MTB bicycle (with helmets, of course). we pedal about a kilometer to a neighbors home who has two doggies with whom we frolick. we blow kisses to the Dog Beings and the Human Being.

11: 10 am – back onto the MTB and over to the Fire Station where good-looking (why are Fireman always so buff and good looking? is it a job requirement, or something?) John lets Dewa and i clamber into the Drivers Seat and we pretend to drive to a fire…inside the Firehouse, we play with the Fireman’s toy fire trucks and squad cars (they use them to practice various scenarios). we blow kisses to the Fire Trucks and of course, the good looking Fireman.

11:50 am – back to the ranch on our MTB…more fluid and food before going absolutely ballastic playing Run and Jump into and onto two different types of trampolines (do you get the idea that Dewa is an active girl?) and wrassling and kissin’ and just amazing lovefesting…we blow kisses to our playtoys and downstairs…

12:10 pm – not that She would admit it, however, i carry Dewa upstairs for Her nappy-nap. She offers a token gesture of 10 minutes of crying before absolutely fallin’ fast asleep…

12:20 pm: an absolutely exhausted yet exhilarated ilg can’t resist peeking into sleeping Dewa’s crib and…
blowing my Precious Rinpoche a kiss…
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om so ti,
coach ilg