My breath comes in thrusts, like a spawning salmon determined toward higher, purer waters. Just 4 days after racing Imogene – and the very morning after teaching a HP Yoga™ PROP WORKOUT – i somehow have again managed to forget both my age and adult responsibilities and find myself bolting about the alpine tundra like a Rocky Mountain ram. …come, let’s share a Recovery Run together in my beloved pranic playground in the high San Juans as the highest chakra of Mother Earth whispers soft, tensionless saluations as she begin to hunkers down for a long, cold winter…
can you just puh-LEEEZE try to even tell me how much you love, adore, worship our Treasured Warrioress Ph.D PY?!? just fresh (read; DESTROYED) from finishing her second of Three WF Sacred Pilgrimages in one year (Mt. Taylor, Imogene), PY was THIS STOKED about getting back to Kinlani and taking to arm (errr….legs) her new and WELL EARNED pony….she writes:
…to race as hard as you are able across this sparse, high terrain makes you stumble and each step seems to take twice as long as the one before it…and three times as long as all the steps you’ve taken in training to Be Here Now..yet, here you are now…and the drizzle of barometrically-challenged oxygen that you are able to eat disappears as fast as sage smoke in a sweat lodge…there is not – i promise thee – an unaching bone in your body nor does there remain an enthusiastic fiber for more punishment left in the deepest chambers of your will and you feel the little campfire of tapas within you dwindling as fast as evening sunlight in September…
The amazingly devoted WF Fan-Turned-Student-Turned-Shishya-Turned-Pilgrim EYT has just earned her WF Master Student Inka and new WF Tribal Name: Suparna. Read below to learn what that name means and why?
we made healthy raspberry cupcakes to take to Dewa’s fantastic “Durango Early Learning Center”… she was sooo pumped to be the star of her own party with her new school-mates! the frosting was made from organic raspberries…
“Thank you God, for San Juan Septembers…” a photo essay of ilg once again…smitten by early September at 6,512’…
Doko’oosliid is the Birth Peak of my daughter; Dewachen and a Golden Mist flooded the entire mountain town on the evening of Her birth…Dewachen means, “The Golden Land of Bliss” and refers to the Heavenly Abode of Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha of the WF Spiritual Lineage…
The exhaustion and sacrifice – personally and financially – inherent to Consciously Parenting a chi-ld is astoundingly lopsided on the fatigue and i’m-going-to-start-throwing-furniture-through-the-window exasperation yet even more astoundingly, confound-ably, and Divinely balanced by mere m(om)ents when even the sun and stars fade into a whirling stillness of inner brightening as your chi-ld becomes that Great Mirror of All Teachers, All Gurus, All Lama’s, All Rinpoche’s, all Traditions, all-trees, mists, mountains, flowers, fish, stones, and streams. Within their stream-entry of egoic-free laughters, the cosmos chuckle and such beauty as God is known in thy very cells causing my heart to re-ignite my own stumbling toward Enlightenment…