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Register at Front Desk of DURANGO RECREATION CENTER…
first come, first served; limited space!
ALL ABILITIES WELC(OM)E!!!
oh, it’s easy and for many, these Kali Yuga days; insanely profitable, to get a fancy PowerPoint Presentation together, quickly cobbled together by copying unTransmitted spiritual Teachings from the Masters, and turn a nifty profit on everything from Chakra Cleansing to Self-Empowerment…
personally and professionally ilg don’t trust no Path that ain’t seeped in Tradition and Sweat with proven Tools to parlay those two Most Noble Spiritual Ingredients toward Self Transformation…
Dewa and Amma ( Joy Kilpatrick ) grinding corn in an ancient Mataté…awes(om)e lower back opener…any wonder that our ‘modern civilization’ which has removed itself so far from functional fitness for everyday tasks and nature suffers from so many dis-eases of body, mind, and spirit? it’s no wonder to me, in fact, it’s embarrassing how soft and weak our species has become due to an ever growing addiction to comfort…
Fit Kit, back in 2010 during a private training intensive with me beneath Doko Oosliid, the western Sacred Peak of the Navajo Nation…little did he know that 4 years later he would be an instrumental part of funding my trail i’m building for the Navajo children of the Beclabito Day School, each of which honors “Doko” several times more meaningful – i suspect – as non-natives do the State of Liberty. Fit Kit already donated $50 at my first Temple Gong, and now? he DOUBLED it…see my c(om)munication with him below…
…buckle up for a big time Dharma Teaching from one of my long time Teachers and Friend Along The Path…
so, i ride my trailer bike up to my chi-ldhood h(om)eland of Junction Creek/Colorado Trailhead to fetch my daughter and here is what i found…t
late seventies, Yosemite Valley: “Camp Four” or “Climbers Camp” (Officially referred to as, “SunnySide Camp”)…
i’m laying asleep in the back tiny camper shell of Vince II, my little yellow sport pick up, and am literally shook awake by a Bear who evidently smelled something other than the fragrant sweat from my last Big Wall attempt…