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Sweat was meant never to be spilled without sacred intent…

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“Climbers disdain me, take cheap shots at me, but not as cheap as mine at them,”

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today; i left an extraordinary snowshoe workout (more on that tomorrow only for WF.com Members!) up a local Sacred Peak only to return to civilization with an abunDance of…

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see my Teaching Blog of September 30 for the previous Chapter of this original story which i used to tell my pet Wolf beneath a canopy of San Juan stars on chilly, if not freezing, October nights like this one…

Cha’tima slowed her speak, “the dharma is not the easy Path, it is the warrior path which is far more difficult, more steep, more unforgiving than all paths possible…why are you so interested in knowing of this impossibly difficult Path, my treasured young one?”

“Because,” replied Aditisan, “i know this Path is mine!”

“Very well,” said Cha’tima, “I will do my best to impart to you now the Warrior Path which your Father transmitted to me many moons ago…”

“My father?” shrieked Aditisan, “please tell me more!”

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last night; 3:14am Brother Bear dances into my chicken coop, rips off the roost door and consumes our precious “Hanu” (as in Hanuman) before i run naked into the cold night, wielding a flashlight and barking like a mad dog possessed to drive the bruin back into the night…

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All beings have lived and died and been reborn countless times. Over and over again they have…

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Aditisan’s first words were, “Why does everything sound soooo beautiful?” Aditisan, of course, was referring to the natural sounds of the varied birdsongs tap dancing across the tapestry of Brother Wind and of the song of the Sacred Headwaters rushing south through granite canyons as if intent upon meeting a much, much Higher appointment.

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so, i’m pedaling north on Main after picking up my precious take out from HomeSlice Durango, right? there is this white pickup – you know, the kind of which has nearly run cyclist ilg into ditches for like the past 3 decades? – stalled out in front of Taco Bell (the equivalent of wet cat […]

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