Wholistic Fitness

those of you who have been Trekking up the steep and direct Path of personal transformation through wholistic sweat and spirit with me for even one year…let alone nearly 4 decades….can probably feel it c(om)ing…“Oh God…here goes Coach again…he’s gonna get all soft and juicy and oozy over his Beloved San Juan Septembers…”

for those of you TAF’ing that?   ilg’s got two words for thee:   You’re Right!

so, to appease the ones among you that are as weary as a played out trout regarding my smitten September offerings…i was thinking today while cranking a 20-mile MTB ride solo among the sweet slow roast of acorns dangling like pendants from the Gambel Oak;

how about just one word describing the preciousness of a San Juan September? Answer:  Yum  (which is closely if not inexplicably related to ‘om’.)

today; ripening and ripened tomatoes ricochet within our garden like bullets in Compton,

our backyard Yellow Corn Maiden, nursed from seed a few short months ago, now a monument to God’s Miracle backlit by a rising Grandfather Sun…remind ilg again:  what – exactly – about September is there NOT to love with all thy verve!?!?!

September pries open the veined faces of our Swiss Chard, and in simpatico opens my own veined mind to things imperceptible during the symphonic crash of growth in spring and summer…

you know your  life is on the wholistic track when you fall to sleep wondering not if the stock market is up or down, rather if the backyard Basil will have what it takes to reach her fullest expression before first frost…

or…if the Raspberries will be enough for your daughter’s Birthday Cupcakes…

September sees high country, yellow braised Aspen leaves

splash over shimmering creeks and resilient cold-fingers of morning melt into increasingly coveted sunshine rays,

and the impeccable tackiness of local singletrack…(above photo by ilg; visiting WF Shishya EYT rippin’ some cherry sweet singletrack up in Horse Gulch…)

yum/om, indeed.

ilg sez, “Thank you God, for San Juan Septembers…”