tis the simple actions within which a chi-ld expresses the fact that Go(o)d hides in the details… Dewa’s fingertip artistry upon my cellphone’s Memopad…a spotted pony trying clean his rear hoof with his teeth
Dear Dewachen Catherine Ilg,
you are my Rinpoche of all Rinpoche’s…
being your Daddy (this time around) is my Karma,
the dynamics of our precious circum-Stance is our Samskaric dance…
can’t believe you’ll be 7 on 9/11…
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
“My Snake’s name is Strikey and I’m gonna keep him forever in our yard, okay?”
“Uhhh…okay…did you say the Mantra to Strikey?”
“Om Mani Padme Hung!”
“Awesome…okay…we’ll find a place in the backyard where Strikey can live. Why did you choose to call him, ‘Strikey?”
“Because he likes to strike, but it’s okay because…
ahhhhh…home sweet hOMe…not that ilg didn’t enjoy/appreciate traversing Father Sky twice across Turtle Island and back just to coach at a snowshoe race, yet, not even the fanciest of resorts or layover 5-star hotels can equal the simple wealth of ‘Bedtime Story’ with the fam in our humble home next to the Sacred River…
spent the last quarter hour lookin’ for my damned….errrrr, Blessed, reading glasses…ilg is sure this is a c(om)mon challenge among us AARP Members, right?
“Do not walk before me, for i may not follow. Do not walk behind me, for i may not lead. Just walk beside me, and be my Friend.” Native American saying…original author unknown pic by ilg; Dewa and Aaaaahmaji doing what we do in Durango during winter…it’s the wind through the hair, it’s the sound […]