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phew…Daddy just finished waxing 4 pairs of nordic ski’s (2 skate, 2 classic) plus snowshoes packed, loaded, and ready to reclaim my King of the Mountain Title over the next 2 days of nordic ski racing and snowshoe racing at the Chama Ski Classic…hum SAH!!! Live the Path, baby!

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get on out to beautiful D-town, and share the Sacred Sweat of my own snowshoe race with me, how ’bouts!?

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in case you missed the Facebook buzz…

OUTSIDE Magazine mentioned a quote from me on their CAN YOGA INJURE YOU piece…

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Racer Ready…3…2…1…NANGPG!   Why Start Gates Are The Most Powerful Yoga Mat…

Last Saturday; in the start gate of a 10k freestyle…my head is down, mula bandha engaged, the start gate is just below my knee chakras, my mind with my breath, my Blessed Mala’s dangle like a door ringer for Hanuman to bring His Strength and Endurance and Loving Insight into my heart….sorry, however, there is no Higher Yoga Mat than the start gate of a nordic ski race…sing kirtans and do asana to trance beats all you want, however, to find your Highest Self? leave it to nordic ski racing to really lay your spiritual bones to the fire of tapas!

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Full Wolf Moon…

Published on Jan 08, 2012 by in Native Americana, nature, Teachings, Yoga

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• Full Wolf Moon – January Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Native American villages. Thus, the name for January’s full Moon. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Old Moon, or the Moon After Yule. Some (like ilg) call it the Full Snow Moon, but most […]

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Top Temple Secret…sorry…this precious WF CHI is waaay too potent to offer to wannabe WF Warriors! go fish in the murk and muddle of the bijillion other fitness/yoga/’holistic’ Paths…see how far you get…go ahead…i dare you the incarnation of this precious lifetime!

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at this point in the story, ilg could attempt to relate the technical, high speed descents where one wrong mOMent on your skinny, edgeless skis could send you like a racing catamaran into a stout grove of aspens and/or pines waaaay bigger than you, or how i dug super deep to keep the next offending young gun or aging warrior from claiming my own sacred-sweat earned spot in the lineup….

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huck finn

…i can recall sitting on the banks of Huck Finn, just making face with the most beautiful girl on the plane(t) at the time (i was 14)…the smell of the cattails, the sound of the Sacred Animas, the inflection of geese flapping as ilg was struggling to come to terms with this newfound art of smooching…

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