…when Joy was teaching yoga to Dewa’s kindergarten class, she asked, “Why is Hearing so important?”
to which one very Bodhisattivic boy replied without hesistation:
…when Joy was teaching yoga to Dewa’s kindergarten class, she asked, “Why is Hearing so important?”
to which one very Bodhisattivic boy replied without hesistation:
…and, then, upon arriving at the summit?
ilg had Blissfully renounced all such Outer Worldly thoughts, ambitions, and aspirations
and relaxed like a Bear into hibernation
into the Spiritual Realm that outsiders know only as…
Durango, Colorado.
so, this morning, Durango’s entire scholastic and business systems were put on Pause as my friend, Jake Turner’s vision of a 7-mile long Human Chain running the length of the precious Animas River Trail attempted to manifest…i laced on my inline skates, picked up a cowbell and a camera and met my girls along with 8,000 other Durangatangs who gathered along the sinewy riparian paradise known as the Animas River Trail to honor all of the Trail’s amazing volunteers who helped make it happen…
“Greetings Two-wheeled, Two-skied Master! We thank you again for introducing Asea Sacred Water to us (and highlighting the quality of Sunrider Herbs). Leanne is on race 2 of 2 tomorrow, two back to back half-marathons. She took 1st in her 35-39AG last week and hopes to do well in the next race tomorrow. She KNOWS […]
“…I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun –
With joyful interpenetration for all.”
– Gary Synder
Here it is, Noble Sangha…
one of my most treasured, hallowed halls of Wholistic Fitness™ Sacred Sweat: Missionary Ridge to Burnt Timber Turn-Around; 16 miles and nearly 4,000′ of vert to almost 10,300′ in altitude ALL uphill…then, turn around and soar down like Raven Sister slicing through these sexy southwest skies…this morning i averaged 7 mph to the summit; took me 2 hours and 17 minutes to get to the high point turn around…you wanna think ilg wore an iPod? Guess again…it was all Mantra, Blessings, Gratitude Prayers through my heaving breath to the Higher Ones for just allowing this most feeble, most injured of all mountain yogis to just be Present with each deliciously high heart rate beat and every morsel of foot-pounds upon each pedal stroke…c’mon…i’ll take you with me! you’ll enjoy the beautiful colors along this sacred ribbon of dirt which slants like underwater sunlight upward, upward, oh, so upward!