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Temple C(om)ings and Goings…

It’s all about Dewachen and these sattvic summer days these daze…

like a kirtan chant made visible, these hot (by Durango standards; about 88 degrees) sexy summer days are made just that much more blissful by the near daily monsoon afternoon showers which swing through, making everything from sunflowers to baby daughters grow like skyscrapers before my eyes…

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Dear Dad, Welc(om)e Out of the Bardo

Dear Dad,

yesterday evening, squatting among the caddis flies next to the Sacred Animas River with Grandmother Moon rising …i concluded my final Bardo Meditations/Prayers/rebirth Visualizations for my you…

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Dewachen Dharma… Sacred San Juan summer fever strikes…

s(om)etimes a simple look from Dewachen stares into me from a Realm so greatly distant from my ordinary reality that my flesh eyes and brain cannot even conceive of the scale. It seems so vast…beyond my capacity to measure, let alone write about it. all ilg knows is that when i hold Her gaze, my own sordid and sorry mindstate instantly purifies, makes me want to Rise Higher, seemingly stripped of its innumerable faults….

please enjoy some Dewa Dharma as we visit Haviland Lake for an evening…the above pic was taken by Ananda…

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Teaching Chi to Chi-ldren?  i’ll take that risk…

regardless of how STEEP, of how DIRECT is this Path of Transformation? we MUST continue placing one foot in front of the other…ever upward, ever inward, ever Go(o)dward…if feeble ilg is still doing it…i KNOW you can…let’s Begin Again tomorrow…and if we fall? Begin Again, and Again…and Endlessly Again until Enlightenment…

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Happy, Whole-ly Father’s Day!

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….

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The Dharma of a Warriors’ Life In 5 Haiku-Pics…Plus save 20% on a WF Intensive!

A warriors life (5)

begins with turning Fearful (7)

into s(om)ething else… (5)

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“Soft Warriorism” – A WF Perspective on Conscious Fatherhood

Some of the sadness of Conscious Fatherhood arrives from a yet-to-abide-in regret. A future regret that these mantled moments of ordinary actions – bug spotting, sandbox playing, chicken chasing, tire swinging – can’t go on forever. Dewa giggles, “hold me tighter, Daddy!” as we tire swing for the bijillionth time beneath a blossoming canopy of elders as the Animas river creates a symphony from her spring run-off. These m(OM)ents are as fragile and sacred a beauty as any Glacier Lilly i’ve found in the surreal lofty realms of the rocky heights. More so, i dare write.
One day, Dewa may walk without concern past such frivolous beings as dandelions, elder canopies, and bugs. One day, my morning bed won’t contain a little-limbed Rinpoche content to cuddle with her daddy even as she wriggles next to me like a puppy in spring.

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Daddy & Dewa Time = Sacred Time…

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?…

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