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“As a 50+ year-old steadfast student of sustained high heart-rates while immersed in diversified outdoor sports has and continues to reveal more to feeble ilg about the nature of lower mind (manas), ego (ahamkara), and Higher Mind (buddhi) to me than all my university level and personally-pursued studies of comparative religion and spirituality.

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  “As we ramp up the pranic activity within our bodies through pranyama, asana, and WF training,  we bec(om)e more chi-ld-like..we find ourselves becOMing more attracted toward dancing, high intensity breathing, low intensity stillness, and most importantly, pursuit toward our Highest Wholeness and Truth.” – coach ilg     pic by Joy Kilpatrick of your feeble […]

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“You always see so many beautiful things and rangeland share them I thank you from the bottom of my heart coach”

– Shirley Valdez, OR

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Not quite sure which Buddha Realm ilg just spent spinning within along the past 2 hours and 43 miles, all ilg knows is that…ilg bows as deep as my Padmasana allows to ALL single parents everywhere…
makes elite endurance sports look like chicken-feed..

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Sweat was meant never to be spilled without sacred intent…

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see my Teaching Blog of September 30 for the previous Chapter of this original story which i used to tell my pet Wolf beneath a canopy of San Juan stars on chilly, if not freezing, October nights like this one…

Cha’tima slowed her speak, “the dharma is not the easy Path, it is the warrior path which is far more difficult, more steep, more unforgiving than all paths possible…why are you so interested in knowing of this impossibly difficult Path, my treasured young one?”

“Because,” replied Aditisan, “i know this Path is mine!”

“Very well,” said Cha’tima, “I will do my best to impart to you now the Warrior Path which your Father transmitted to me many moons ago…”

“My father?” shrieked Aditisan, “please tell me more!”

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pic: Harvest Moon outside my Temple H(om)e Office…a story i used to tell to my pet wolf as we lay beside Junction Creek beneath a canopy of scintillating stars beneath the Sacred Peak of Dibé Nitsaa….it goes something like this:

many many moons ago, in the high peaks of the Mountain Utes, there lived two mountains, indescribably beautiful. one was yang…he rested in full sunshine most of the year and all eyes of all animals were transported to his sharp yet gracefully intimidating summit spire. the other mountain was yin…she seemed to shy away from Grandfather Sky’s warm reach preferring to remain in moist shade. they fell in love and through their lovemaking which all other beings, including the Mountain Utes, felt as a series of earthquakes. a magnificent child mountain was soon born, whom they called, Aditisan (Navajo for Listener)

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..might be my age…might be my wearied resume..might be the fact that i am a new daddy of a 6 year-old and rely on bodywork and teaching yoga to attempt to provide for my family, whatever the reasons, ilg feels the conditions were a bit way too warrant a TT on the fancy (read; hard to control) TT bikes and flooded/windy conditions. ilg agrees with the call tonight…TT’s should be about solo fitness; not attrition via subjective conditions…

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