after a morning of chopping wood, cranking Mantra, i had to lower the testosterone inherent to operating such things as chain saws, 8lb Colton Splitting Axes, sledges and a half-cord of wild wood to soften into being a bodyworker…so, into the Zendo i went and the subsequent transformation from Yang to Yin
what ilg loves most about being a WF yogi?
the mind-bending versatility…
as we play in the peletons of cyclists, runners, asana-addicted yogis, skiers, gym rats, you-name-it,
the WF Yogi remains lofted above all…fearless of none, capable of standing side-by-side any sport and/or physiologic specific athlete/warrior..yet,
few are able to tread the versatile terrain which is the very yoga mat of the WF Warrior Yogi! c’mon, you won’t believe my day today….or the pics…
Probably because of the threat of winter looming close, the Hunter’s Moon is generally accorded with special honor, historically serving as an important feast day in both Western Europe and among many Native American tribes…
…check out my first tracks of the season in BOTH nordic and alpine skiing! i had a great time and after enjoying this photo essay? you’re gonna be JONESIN’ to hit up our Precious Mother Earth/Father Sky in all Their benevolent snowy abundance! today was INCREDIBLE to be ALIVE in the southwest San Juans…c’mon; let’s SNOWPLAY!
Coach-
I couldn’t stay away from the San Juan’s and had to come back this past weekend. This time we stayed in Lake City and climbed Uncompahgre….
My breath comes in thrusts, like a spawning salmon determined toward higher, purer waters. Just 4 days after racing Imogene – and the very morning after teaching a HP Yoga™ PROP WORKOUT – i somehow have again managed to forget both my age and adult responsibilities and find myself bolting about the alpine tundra like a Rocky Mountain ram. …come, let’s share a Recovery Run together in my beloved pranic playground in the high San Juans as the highest chakra of Mother Earth whispers soft, tensionless saluations as she begin to hunkers down for a long, cold winter…
“Thank you God, for San Juan Septembers…” a photo essay of ilg once again…smitten by early September at 6,512’…
High Heart Rate with a view…
looking NE over Ophir Pass…the 4wd road pictured. the snow still tinges the southwest edge of the unnamed lake, about 1,200′ below my Pranayama perch. as i was immersed in my pranayama, an Osprey buzzed me at warp speed, nearly sending me off my perch! this is a very Go(o)d place to ilg…