chillin’ in my hammock…a Western Scrub Jay pesters Chinese Elm blossoms…a gentle north breeze dances upon my skin…i must write my Dad’s obituary tonight…7 books, 3,500 blogs, countless magazine articles, yet i find myself wordless at this ‘assignment’…om so ti
I set the intention of running the Jemez Mountain 50k trail marathon last October. I had recently returned from a series of devastating mudslides in Ladakh, India where over 1,000 people lost their lives. I came back in a difficult place, needing some time to heal and reconnect with friends and family. I also came back keenly aware of the preciousness of this life, and with a renewed sense of what is possible for the human being, how much brilliant potential we carry around with us every day.
Here are my Wholistic Fitness™ Training Stats for the Month of May, 2011 up until one week before i toe the Start Line of the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic…Coach’s Warning: DO NOT attempt to mimic these training volumes unless…
computer sitting
no physio-balls in the WF Temple H(om)e office…instead, a simple wooden chair with legs folded into some conducive energetic form. i also use the WF Breath and Posture Beeper Guru Teaching to move my mouse into my non-dominant hand (left) for at least five minutes which REALLY, REALLY BUGS ME!!! WF is all-WAYS in our face when it comes to our habituated patterns which is what genuine Yoga is all about!
Full Flower Moon as i captured her arising tonight between my Prayer Flags at the WF Temple H(om)e…learn more about the yogic importance of the monthly moon cycles right here…
This morning, my Householder Yogi practice swung again into Full Tilt mode after my exceptional day yesterday hammering up and down my beloved San Juan peaks on my bicycle. Yesterday was like i was back in my Renunciate Yogi life; i was flying a time carpet into my Warrior Yogi youth; solo and surrounded by my Beloved San Juans, feeling strong as ever. Yesterday, ilg was Vishnu and Hanuman combined, nary a worry in the world as the volume of sweat which poured off my nose competed only with the blossoming roars of waterfalls spilling off the high country snowpack around me. Today? Not so much. Isn’t that just the Way of Things for a Father Warrior?…
Osama exhaled his last exhale as you and i shall too, one day…ilg needs to re-teach some fundamental Bardo Entry so that you can cut through all the non-Practictioner media;
The whole of the Bardo of Becoming has an average duration of 49 (sound familiar Christ-yogi’s?) days and a minimum length of one week. But it varies, just as now some people live to be 100 and and others die in infancy. some can even get stuck in the bardo, to become spirits or ghosts. Dudjom Rinpoche used to explain that during the first 21 days of the Bardo, you will have strong impressions of your previous life, and this is therefore the most important period for the living to be able to help a dead person. After that, your future life slowly takes shape and becomes the dominant influence…
We have to wait in the Bardo until we can make a karmic connection with our future parents. I sometimes think of the Bardo as something as a transit lounge, in which you can wait up to 49 days before transferring to the next life. But there are two special cases who don’t have to wait in the intermediate state, because the intensity of the power of the karma sweeps them immediately on to their next rebirth. The first are those who have lived extremely beneficial and positive lives, and so trained their minds in spiritual practice that the force of their realization carries them directly into a good rebirth. The second case are those whose lives have been negative and harmful; they travel swiftly dow to their next rebirth, wherever that might be…