do the WORK, yogi! this life is as fast as a bolt of lightning…be prepared!
WARRIOR UP!
Again, and again, and endlessly again until Enlightenment…
do the WORK, yogi! this life is as fast as a bolt of lightning…be prepared!
WARRIOR UP!
Again, and again, and endlessly again until Enlightenment…
Planning for the future is like going fishing in a dry gulch;
Nothing ever works out as you wanted, so give up all your schemes and ambitions.
If you have got to think about something—
Make it the uncertainty of…
Reflect on this: The realization of impermanence is paradoxically the only thing we can hold on to, perhaps our only lasting possession. It is like the sky, or the earth. No matter how much everything around us may change or collapse, they endure.
I remember how people would often come to see my master Jamyang Khyentse simply to ask for his guidance for the moment of death. He was so loved and revered throughout…
Conscious Fatherhood; regardless of the in-wordable effort, sacrifice, and exhaustion can be a most fertile garden in which a human can cultivate compassion, fearlessness, and Divine Motivational Energy. Conscious Daddies Everywhere: If we keep our heart open – even during those frustrating times when we just want to start throwing furniture out the windows – the pain, worry, and effort might just turn out to be our greatest next handholds and footholds toward Enlightenment. It takes, however, a LOT of everyday Sacred Sweat, Focus, and Surrender. Mostly surrender.
– coach ilg, father of Dewachen
here is how i spent my day-before-Father’s Day…i have no idea what the girls have planned for me today…enjoy and Blessed be ALL CONSCIOUS PARENTS EVERYWHERE IN ALL REALMS….
Henry George Ilg
Henry George Ilg, a former resident of Durango died suddenly on May 23, 2011. He experienced a massive heart failure at his home in Rio Rancho, New Mexico and died that night surrounded by his family and wife of 57 years in an Albuquerque hospital. He was 78…
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
{PHOTO FOR TRIBAL BROTHERS AND SISTERS ONLY}
my Dad’s Bardo Entry, one week ago today…my left hand is on my M(om) curled next to him, my sister was on the right…my little brother took this pic…i’ve never shielded any component of WF Practice from you before, and the Deities will not allow me to begin now…a yogi just live his or her life out loud, naked, vulnerable…the highs and the lows all the in-betweens…that’s known as Wholistic Fitness.
i’ve said it from the beginning; if we are not training for our own Bardo Entry…and those of All Beings Everywhere, then truly, how wholistically fit is our fitness training?
our Highest Workout begins when we can’t take our next inhale…train for it wisely, Noble Ones…train for it wisely…