Wholistic Fitness

as i lay prostrate upon Mother Earth in an attempt to photograph the stupa-like, bare-heiny’d figure of Dewa beneath the generous-in-death dying of an apple tree, even feeble ilg began to realize that this Fatherhood Journey of mine connects me ike an eon-old phurba to all my kind Teachers, Deities, and Guides of my past as well as to the Ancient yogis, saints, and compassionate actions-no-matter-what of practitioners. though my ego would have preferred the path of hermit than to the endless ricocheting of schedules and time/energy demands inherent to being the householder yogi ilg now finds himself in…all i can say is that i sense beyond the shadow of a Buddha, that these daze/days are in fact, sacred topography upon the map of my ever-evolving Soul..and that all my outer Pilgrimages give birth again and again to an inner pilgrimage far more sacred, far more subtle, far more exquisite than my feeble incarnation can even imagine to place before thee in word or form or action of any kind…

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The exhaustion and sacrifice – personally and financially – inherent to Consciously Parenting a chi-ld is astoundingly lopsided on the fatigue and i’m-going-to-start-throwing-furniture-through-the-window exasperation yet even more astoundingly, confound-ably, and Divinely balanced by mere m(om)ents when even the sun and stars fade into a whirling stillness of inner brightening as your chi-ld becomes that Great Mirror of All Teachers, All Gurus, All Lama’s, All Rinpoche’s, all Traditions, all-trees, mists, mountains, flowers, fish, stones, and streams. Within their stream-entry of egoic-free laughters, the cosmos chuckle and such beauty as God is known in thy very cells causing my heart to re-ignite my own stumbling toward Enlightenment…

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How much about Wholistic Parenting not only mirrors, yet amplifies our own spiritual journey?…It’s like swinging with your Lil Rinpoche…Alert your alertness, yet… at the same time be relaxed. So relaxed that not even a notion of relaxation remains. Pic: Relaxed Alertness is like holding onto the swing without realizing you are holding onto the swing; you’re just dropping into the swinging!

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hey there, Noble Sangha!

after yesterday’s fantastic 4th place AG at the bru-tee-full Kennebec 14-mile, 12,000’+ Challenge which was the pranic climax of my spiritually orgasmic 3-Day Wholistic Fitness™ build cycle (see this week’s Teachings), it was time to make it less about me today and ALL ABOUT my girls…so…i did whatever any WF Master Student would do…

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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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Mine were eyes, heart, and spirit too feeble to keep track of the astral magnetism of this river/mountain hamlet of priceless high-altitude prana today. For, within these ‘everyday moments’ which i forced myself out of the Awakened M(om)ent to attempt to capture periodically for you, was a mystical Breath inside a breath, as if each moment lived was a fractured cosmic code embedded upon soul wings on the verge of cracking due to abundance of a magnitude unspeakable…

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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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ran up to T2 (tower #2…upper left) on Smelter singletrack in 24 minutes…felt like nothing…that Asea Sacred Water, is CRAZY! if you are not yet on it, get on it TODAY! ran down in 11 minutes…swear that 1,200′ climb has gots to be one of Durango’s best lunch-hour workouts! wore my zero-support Saucony Mirage’s…yum, yum, OM~ a Turkey Vulture drew a bead on me and swept right at me on the arete! rad!

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