“If you lose the spirit of repetition, your {zen} practice becomes difficult.” – D.T. Suzuki…
only difference with WF?
we don’t just Sit…we SWEAT…c’mon…
“If you lose the spirit of repetition, your {zen} practice becomes difficult.” – D.T. Suzuki…
only difference with WF?
we don’t just Sit…we SWEAT…c’mon…
after two weeks of snowshoe training here at Ski Hesperus, my tracks – both old and new – appear to ilg as Tibetan Prayer Banners; for each one was made with the Sacred Mantra as background to my heaving cardio efforts…
Dry wind whips, kisses, and caresses sandstone pillars here in the Southwest, the Rock Beings are sculpted and molded into awe-inspiring shapes and textures. So too, do are our characters molded by friction of the WF Path; the asana, the meditation, the strength training, the long hours of cardio training are designed to round off our rough, egoic edges….
ilg’s parenting technique is pretty Taoist, really…
all-Ways let your chi-ld;
* Lead
* Set the agenda
* Feel
my Sva-Dharma* as ‘Dad’?
* Follow with compassion, listening, spaciousness before replying, and respond within empathy
* Monitor the Dewa-set agenda for safety, spiritual lessons, and to maximize the fun and focus
* Feel
some other pics from our Clan Day In The Fresh, Beautiful, Empowering Snow…
Noble Sangha,
enjoy…and get and out DO! embrace all kinds of weather with your chi-dren…especially your inner one!!
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and so…until the freshly fallen autumn colors surrender beneath a blanket of welcomed snows,
may you dance with delight like the untethered chi-ld that you are
among the vivid, changing colors of illusion which make up this DreamSpeak we call, “life”…
cuz, when we Awaken out of this Dream?
it’s gonna be soooo
utterly
Go(o)d..
that we will finally,
forever,
KNOW!!!!
CL’s traditional sign off to his weekly underground emails which etherally connect this Tribe is succinct to this fact of verve; “Shut Up, Show Up, No Whiners.” In evident, somatic testimony to my anxiety over this cardio-flogging, I realize my subconsciously puckered anal sphincter and attempt to relax. Yet, as one after another 3% bodyfat human whippet in lycra roll up next to me, the puckering returns….