pictured above: my Sacred Animas River manifesting full throttle the manifestation of White Man’s stupid attachment to monetary greed
my precious lifelong Sacred River – many of my friends who used to poke fun at me since i always refer to the Animas as, ‘Our Sacred River,’ are NOT poking fun at me now! – is now a fluid ribbon of toxicity which requires me as a Blessed and Sworn Dharma Protecter to dig deep into my yogic/spiritual warrior quiver to re-iterate my LifeMessage since 1985:
The Outdoors is Sacred>Care For It Unconditionally!
“If you want to win the Human Race? you gotta stay focused on Enlightenment. You’ve been graced this Human Incarnation from your countless lives of competing since you did what it took to split the cell…don’t give up your Practice, drive deep into your weaknesses and develop wholeness because wholeness is the foundation of Enlightenment.”
by the Turn Around point at 7.6 miles? i knew i was going strong; sure i had moments of weakness…ahamkara (ego) pleading, “Stop this pain! Less pressure! you’ll blow up on the final climb!” and other such egoic bullshit. The Wholistic Fitness® cure for such lower mind antics? Mantra. Recenter on the Breath. Keep the Cadence…surrender to the wind, the rain, the mud…and i did. Felt Eagle Medicine sweep me through the highly dangerous final curve into the final 3k climb…i settled willingly into the Pain Cave wherein the Noble Silence empowered my pedaling…
yeah, my kids are using ‘real’ yoga mats like the ones my ‘peer’ teachers and their mass of rich, white adult students are using a few mountain passes away at the Telluride Yoga Festival…nope, we hand cut these Emergency Material pads from a hardware store….wanna help get my Rez Kidz some REAL YOGA mats? contact me at: email@example.com
pic: D-cat and i take an evening stroll (by Durango standards, which means tracking Bear and collecting hundreds of ancient snail shells upon the Mancos Shale intensely hilly topography)…Cardio is a most traditional Yogic discipline; inherent to the Ancient Enlightened Ones Practice (consider Gandhi’s Salt March, Swami Rama’s Himalayan treks, etc., etc…) STUDENT Q&A: […]
How feeble ilg spent a 53rd Birthday on this Plane(t) during a very paltry incarnation; finishing in the top ten of a 3-day cycling stage race and easing the lactic acid from my muscles through Steve ilg’s High Performance Yoga, and hanging with my precious family…the way i live my life is my response to all […]
yet, as i tapped into my breath and spun my pedals? a certain Pratyhara arose…yeah, a Drawing of my Senses Inward. perhaps it was the Time Trial helmet which accounted for the acoustics of my breath to seem more resounding. whatever it was, the rhythm of my breath and pedal cadence drew my spiritual self inward yet my outer Awareness remained on high beam; taking the shortest lines through the serpentine road, seeking and riding upon the smoothest ribbons of asphalt laced upon this old county road, veering away from the puddles of the still wet road from the soaking rain just an hour or so earlier. such things add up in a Time Trial, the Race of Truth, for there is no drafting; just you, your inner power, and your breath against the clock.
knew i was going fast when, by mile 10…