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a cold October rain taps out a “go(o)d morning” as i attempt to pry Dewa (8) from her stapled self fixed onto my own body. yeah, we still co-sleep because? #1: there is no “co”…we are One. and #2: sleeping with your chi-ldren next to you is the most natural thing on this plane(t) to do; lest you have forgotten and thus forsaken your countless previous lives snuggled close to each other before we invented fire and slept for warmth next to the Soul Who Chose To C(om)e Through You for as long as possible…
“If you want to win the Human Race? you gotta stay focused on Enlightenment. You’ve been graced this Human Incarnation from your countless lives of competing since you did what it took to split the cell…don’t give up your Practice, drive deep into your weaknesses and develop wholeness because wholeness is the foundation of Enlightenment.”
feeble ilg inwardly laughs when people say that i am ‘good at so many things.’
for, to me? it’s the very fact that i suck at so many things which has kept me motivated to keep exploring, finding and cultivating my myriad weak links and fragile confidences.
another Medicine Blessing of the Wholistic Fitness® lifestyle; we release Attachment to what we are “good” at and take great, lifelong joy at gardening the gravity of our weaknesses. not a common trait inherent to today’s modern fitness methods, is it?
The gods are said to live lives of fabulous luxury, reveling in every conceivable pleasure, without a thought for the spiritual dimension of life. All seems to go well until death draws near, and unexpected signs of decay appear….
sure, of course, i love running, snowshoeing, skiing, mountain biking, hiking, and nowadays taking my daughter along the sinewy sweetness of the massive network and drop-to-your-knees beauty of the Four Corners trails! doh!
but, what only a few of you know?
i love creating and maintaining trails even more!
why?
i love the seduction; trails beckon us further, higher…toward purer terrain. Trails are metaphors for our own yogic, fitness, and life journeys.
i want to do my part in protecting the vinyasa of trails for my daughter’s generations and many more…
Daddy: “Okay kids, stop there…great, now, turn around and say,’BEAST HILL!’…
Dewa (pictured in black); “SERIOUSLY, Daddy…OMG”
Dighándíshwo’go bee shidziil…
(Running makes me strong)
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running felt more natural to me than walking.
why walk,
when you can run like a Wolf?
until i broke my spine.
nowadays?
i still run.
i still race, kinda.
it ain’t the same.
not carefree feet flirting like Dewa’s upon and across Mother Earth’s skin.
not any more.