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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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” so strong i felt toward the summit, i stuck it back in the big chainring and danced across the summit with a heartspace as wide open as is the gorgeous vista from a top Molas…snow covered peaks shattered my inner prayers like an angelic choir of mountain gods and goddesses.” for ilg – and my WF Master Student Julie (Padme) Mueller – it was only the first of three days of Sacred Sweat in the high hills of my h(om)etown…here is how Day One went down…(Pic by Ananda). The Iron Horse Classic is one of my three WF Sacred Sweat Pilgrimages.

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my dad – who passed away three years ago last week – was a supremely tough German…stubborn as the day is long. if young ilg would so much as begin to utter a complaint or whimper about doing yet another one of his regularly assigned 10,000 chores for me? he’d immediately interrupt my balking tendency to roar (while usually throwing something he had in his one good hand), “Oh for CHRISTS SAKES!!!…FORGET IT…I’LL DO IT MYSELF!!!! Why don’t you just go inside and cut out paper dolls with your mother!?!?”

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Dewa’s Got Her M(om)’s Stage Skillset Fer SURE:  She KILLED IT on-stage at 5!

feeble ilg could NOT be more (yogically) ‘proud’ of our precious daughter…who KILLED IT on stage tonight at Ft. Lewis in a crowd-going-crazy rendition of “Music Box Dancers”…Dewachen? Daddy was in tears of joy flowing from my spiritual heart! You got your momma’s stage skills few sure…

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“Daddy!” Dewa shrieked as i appeared at the threshold of her Kindergarten Classroom, holding my Hall Permit from the staunch Check In personnel at Needham Elementary School, to pick my daughter up early in order to assist the 5-generation Durangoan Zink Family in their Mission to restore 50 acres of Animas River Valley to their vital and historic, wetland condition. We were going to spend our afternoon planting trees in wetlands. As i felt my daughter thump into my outstretched arms in front of her entire class and Teachers, a rush of low self-esteem swept over me…never in my life, let alone at age 5, has ilg ever been capable or willing to display such an outwardly embrace of Love. During our hug, i saw her classmates, each of them smiling at our embrace. “Okay…this mOMent alone is enough,” i felt to myself…yet, it was merely the beginning to another miraculously sacred ‘Daddy & Dewa Day Time’…c’mon…a lot of Dharma to follow!

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Mother Earth Day!   What If Everybody Did It?

…besides, how often do you get to see a bona fide Princess picking up

other people’s trash?

“Daddy?”

“Yes, my love?”

“How come some people throw trash on our Mother Earth?”

“Well, baby girl?…they just didn’t have Go(o)d Teachers…that’s all…”

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How vital it is to refrain from the temptation to judge ourselves or the teachings, and to be humorously aware of our condition, and to realize that we are, at the moment, as if many people all living in one person.

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picked up my girls from the airport today (they stayed a couple days longer than did i)…i dunno, might be just me, however, i TAF hangin’ at South Beach kinda changed Dewa…the girl can drop into various roles, dat’s fer sure…

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