…as i grow older the wide open spaces of the Four Corners opens my heartspace in yin ways where for so long, my younger years were filleted wide open by the High, Rocky Peaks…these years, it’s a turbulence of love for It All…
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…
Please! Let’s DO this thing for the Kids upon whose land we live, dream, and make our own families and conduct our spiritual work!
Give Back now!
…buckle up for a big time Dharma Teaching from one of my long time Teachers and Friend Along The Path…
Although surrounded by stunning natural if not mystical beauty, Beclabito has not ONE mountain biking trail, hiking trail, or even a skateboard park, soccer field, or half an outdoor basketball court or even a running track while here in Durango, less than 2 hours away? We have DEVO and DOZENS of world-class venues for our kids to service ALL of their interests and passions.
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…
ilg’s Green Chile Stew
i must really, really, REALLY love y’all…cuz normally, i’m too selfish a yogi to reveal s(om)ething this pranically powerful! enjoy! let me know how you like it!
A genuine yogi – born between Father (Sky) and Mother (Earth):
does his or her damnedest to turn weakness’s into strengths, ignorance into awakening, life into sadhana, but… it doesn’t work.
Sure, we might carve out a minuscule release in our tight hips and even tighter hamstrings yet still our lower back feels like a lava rock after our next run.
A genuine yogi – whose Grandfather is Sun and whose Grandmother is Moon:
refuses to take on other’s unhappiness, no matter how deep our compassion grows throughout our practice.