Probably because of the threat of winter looming close, the Hunter’s Moon is generally accorded with special honor, historically serving as an important feast day in both Western Europe and among many Native American tribes…
“…I remember peaceful silence so loud you could hear a squirrel breathe. I remember the smell of fresh clean air, pine and aspen tree’s which all smell different, the smell of fertile dirt in the sunshine. I remember being able to stop at the glacier and…”
Get On With It…
i hear myself breathing upward…
just GET ON WITH IT….no matter WHAT the hec it is;
no matter how full of canvassed Fear…
no matter how incompetent you feel,
how under-confidenced you feel…
just do this Noble Warrior Yogi on the Path of Awakening:
Take the Full Selection of thy Karmic Workshop and Duties thereof in this incarnation because the out-patterned, archaic model of resistance really just doesn’t slide as poetically, as gracefully and this ski; single-struck glides beneath my knee, tethered to my glute…
Alberta Face…the gem of the area…the great thing about being a WF yogi? is that your first Ski Run of the year can be a Black Diamond and you don’t notice any difference whatsoever from (in my case) 5 1/2 months ago…here are three more shots from Alberta Face from the exact same spot:
…check out my first tracks of the season in BOTH nordic and alpine skiing! i had a great time and after enjoying this photo essay? you’re gonna be JONESIN’ to hit up our Precious Mother Earth/Father Sky in all Their benevolent snowy abundance! today was INCREDIBLE to be ALIVE in the southwest San Juans…c’mon; let’s SNOWPLAY!