perhaps the #1 reason why YOU should move to Durango and be a member of the Durango Wheel Club…
cuz, if you did?
you’d be riding Here Now with us…like this morning…beside Champions such as Ned Overend, Marissa Asplund, Rebecca Balboni, and a whole pantheon of other amazing cycling Soul Forces… however, first things first…let’s start at the beginning of today, shall we?…
“This spring, before the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic, all I had going for me was not the bike, but Coach’s HIGH PERFORMANCE YOGA™ classes…and man, did it pay off!”
– Champion cyclist Mark Rosenthal, Durango, Colorado
i first met Emma, daughter of John and Jewels Doskicz when she was 5 years old. John, as some of you may know, owns the incredible Vertical Relief climbing gym and Northern Arizona Yoga Center in Flagstaff, AZ where i used to teach. i would like all of you to make it a part of your Svadhyaya (spiritual study) to read the letter Emma wrote me below and then do i want did: contribute. Doing so, is certainly karmic fodder for the WF 3rd Lifestyle Principle; Appropriate Action.
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…
“…I remember peaceful silence so loud you could hear a squirrel breathe. I remember the smell of fresh clean air, pine and aspen tree’s which all smell different, the smell of fertile dirt in the sunshine. I remember being able to stop at the glacier and…”
Get On With It…
i hear myself breathing upward…
just GET ON WITH IT….no matter WHAT the hec it is;
no matter how full of canvassed Fear…
no matter how incompetent you feel,
how under-confidenced you feel…
just do this Noble Warrior Yogi on the Path of Awakening:
Take the Full Selection of thy Karmic Workshop and Duties thereof in this incarnation because the out-patterned, archaic model of resistance really just doesn’t slide as poetically, as gracefully and this ski; single-struck glides beneath my knee, tethered to my glute…