Dear Dewachen Catherine Ilg,
you are my Rinpoche of all Rinpoche’s…
being your Daddy (this time around) is my Karma,
the dynamics of our precious circum-Stance is our Samskaric dance…
can’t believe you’ll be 7 on 9/11…
Dear Dewachen Catherine Ilg,
you are my Rinpoche of all Rinpoche’s…
being your Daddy (this time around) is my Karma,
the dynamics of our precious circum-Stance is our Samskaric dance…
can’t believe you’ll be 7 on 9/11…
Dewa and Amma ( Joy Kilpatrick ) grinding corn in an ancient Mataté…awes(om)e lower back opener…any wonder that our ‘modern civilization’ which has removed itself so far from functional fitness for everyday tasks and nature suffers from so many dis-eases of body, mind, and spirit? it’s no wonder to me, in fact, it’s embarrassing how soft and weak our species has become due to an ever growing addiction to comfort…
Through my family?
Even numbskull ilg is learning the art of skillful appropriation;
when to be fierce
and when to just let be.
Like dandelions dancing within my yard.
Tonight, as i watched…
“The sacred snows are falling.
Far up river a silver curtain closes.
Clouds grow
and coldness spawns
across the meadows.
Seek strength through suppleness,
not through force.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
{coming up to hug and kiss Joy Kilpatrick and i}
“I’m glad I picked THESE kind of parents!”
feeble ilg could NOT be more (yogically) ‘proud’ of our precious daughter…who KILLED IT on stage tonight at Ft. Lewis in a crowd-going-crazy rendition of “Music Box Dancers”…Dewachen? Daddy was in tears of joy flowing from my spiritual heart! You got your momma’s stage skills few sure…
“Daddy!” Dewa shrieked as i appeared at the threshold of her Kindergarten Classroom, holding my Hall Permit from the staunch Check In personnel at Needham Elementary School, to pick my daughter up early in order to assist the 5-generation Durangoan Zink Family in their Mission to restore 50 acres of Animas River Valley to their vital and historic, wetland condition. We were going to spend our afternoon planting trees in wetlands. As i felt my daughter thump into my outstretched arms in front of her entire class and Teachers, a rush of low self-esteem swept over me…never in my life, let alone at age 5, has ilg ever been capable or willing to display such an outwardly embrace of Love. During our hug, i saw her classmates, each of them smiling at our embrace. “Okay…this mOMent alone is enough,” i felt to myself…yet, it was merely the beginning to another miraculously sacred ‘Daddy & Dewa Day Time’…c’mon…a lot of Dharma to follow!