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…
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….
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.
most people got it all backwards in their nutritional fitness..STUDENT A:
Someday I would like to look at a long term plan for moving towards a diet similar to Coach Ilg’s largely herb based nutrition.
STUDENT B:
i am 29 and the new father of a one year-old…and if i can be half as fit as you, Coach, at age 48, then please, for the sake of my chi-ld please help me attain some wholeness…i want to the be most supple, strong, young in body and heart father as i possibly can be!!!
COACH:
that ‘someday’ can be OMday if you are willing to JUMP!
we’ve got a quiver of three primary nutritional arrows that transforms weaklings into suprahumans and it’s very easy, and in the end, extremely cost effective:
here is the Proven Path so build your quiver tonight and know that ilg will be with you EVERY step of the quiver packing way:
And Milarepa said: “Do not entertain hopes for realization, but practice all your life.”
i pedaled my bike thirty miles over two mountain passes at an average speed of 16 mph solo in high winds in order to try to make it to the girl’s “farm date.” on the west side of Mancos Hill my speedometer spat out the high speed stat of 78kph down choppy pavement and buffeted by significant crosswinds. on 26×22 wheels? lemme reMind you; speed, my friend, is relative…
i took this shot after picking up Ananda just south of Baker’s Bridge a few days ago after she did some triathlon training. as a family, we then threw sticks into a creek, watched Wapiti Beings relax into a sunset, and just enjoy other basic family necessities. such sweetness in the moment is the Blessed Common Denominator to living in Durango…
friday was the last day i could ski at Purg on my weekday-only season pass…
What better way to end my formal ski season than to take a Last Dance upon those shimmering slopes with my precious daughter, our Rinpoche Dewachen? so, we did…just Daddy and Daughter…cranking the last few turns of a Heaven of a season…here are a few Heart Hits, both photographically and in verse of what felt to me to be a space and a time far suspended above the the comings and goings of the outer world…enjoy…
I can’t say that “i’ve always dreamed of skiing with a daughter on winter afternoons in my hometown..” However, ilg’s gotta admit; this works too. I’ve lived in Durango most of my life…yet, sometimes, in mOMents like this one? i gotta pinch myself to see if i’ve not already ascended to some Heavenly Realm of the Buddha…i swear, in Durango the rivers, creeks, trees, snow, and birds all seem to me to sing the Dharma in the most seductive of ways…
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