These are the two WF Health Care Arrows you’ll need in your Quiver…particularly for summer…
one day, i’m writing another book; The Healing Energies of Singletrack…
whatever ails thee, a go(o)d dose of singletrack, taken consistently and without iPods, will heal.
i promise…from over 3 decades of direct experience. don’t complicate healing. just get out, breathe, and be.
Henry George Ilg
Henry George Ilg, a former resident of Durango died suddenly on May 23, 2011. He experienced a massive heart failure at his home in Rio Rancho, New Mexico and died that night surrounded by his family and wife of 57 years in an Albuquerque hospital. He was 78…
photo: Dewa and i after Dewa cranked to a 4th place in the 3 year-old Age Group of the Kids Race at the Iron Horse Bicycle Race…check out Student Monty Mason’s Facebook page for a ton of killer pics of myself, Dewa, and more from my 9th Place King Of The Mountain finish at the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic last week…
and here, at mile 26, i felt…. fine. i had a full tank of pranic gas in my legs. my core was lifted, my head high, the integrity of my divine structure uncompromised, even after the grueling hills, the dramatic fall, the miles of effort. for someone who, seven months ago, had never run more than 10 miles in his life, to be in this state after an uphill marathon at altitude was absolutely remarkable…. and i attribute it all to you.
the journey we have taken together has quite simply redefined what is possible for me as a human being. and within the beauty that is the divine alchemy… my whole life is physically and spiritually transformed. i cannot thank you enough.
Registration opens for the second of the three WF Sacred Sweat Pilgrimages; the Imogene Pass Race…if you missed this weekend’s first WF Sacred Sweat Pilgrimage (the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic) don’t miss the hole shot on this one, cuz if you wait until next year, you’ll just be one year older…
chillin’ in my hammock…a Western Scrub Jay pesters Chinese Elm blossoms…a gentle north breeze dances upon my skin…i must write my Dad’s obituary tonight…7 books, 3,500 blogs, countless magazine articles, yet i find myself wordless at this ‘assignment’…om so ti
{PHOTO FOR TRIBAL BROTHERS AND SISTERS ONLY}
my Dad’s Bardo Entry, one week ago today…my left hand is on my M(om) curled next to him, my sister was on the right…my little brother took this pic…i’ve never shielded any component of WF Practice from you before, and the Deities will not allow me to begin now…a yogi just live his or her life out loud, naked, vulnerable…the highs and the lows all the in-betweens…that’s known as Wholistic Fitness.
i’ve said it from the beginning; if we are not training for our own Bardo Entry…and those of All Beings Everywhere, then truly, how wholistically fit is our fitness training?
our Highest Workout begins when we can’t take our next inhale…train for it wisely, Noble Ones…train for it wisely…