Noble Sangha,
enjoy…and get and out DO! embrace all kinds of weather with your chi-dren…especially your inner one!!
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Noble Sangha,
enjoy…and get and out DO! embrace all kinds of weather with your chi-dren…especially your inner one!!
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and so…until the freshly fallen autumn colors surrender beneath a blanket of welcomed snows,
may you dance with delight like the untethered chi-ld that you are
among the vivid, changing colors of illusion which make up this DreamSpeak we call, “life”…
cuz, when we Awaken out of this Dream?
it’s gonna be soooo
utterly
Go(o)d..
that we will finally,
forever,
KNOW!!!!
after a morning of chopping wood, cranking Mantra, i had to lower the testosterone inherent to operating such things as chain saws, 8lb Colton Splitting Axes, sledges and a half-cord of wild wood to soften into being a bodyworker…so, into the Zendo i went and the subsequent transformation from Yang to Yin
what ilg loves most about being a WF yogi?
the mind-bending versatility…
as we play in the peletons of cyclists, runners, asana-addicted yogis, skiers, gym rats, you-name-it,
the WF Yogi remains lofted above all…fearless of none, capable of standing side-by-side any sport and/or physiologic specific athlete/warrior..yet,
few are able to tread the versatile terrain which is the very yoga mat of the WF Warrior Yogi! c’mon, you won’t believe my day today….or the pics…
“This spring, before the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic, all I had going for me was not the bike, but Coach’s HIGH PERFORMANCE YOGA™ classes…and man, did it pay off!”
– Champion cyclist Mark Rosenthal, Durango, Colorado
…check out my first tracks of the season in BOTH nordic and alpine skiing! i had a great time and after enjoying this photo essay? you’re gonna be JONESIN’ to hit up our Precious Mother Earth/Father Sky in all Their benevolent snowy abundance! today was INCREDIBLE to be ALIVE in the southwest San Juans…c’mon; let’s SNOWPLAY!
as i lay prostrate upon Mother Earth in an attempt to photograph the stupa-like, bare-heiny’d figure of Dewa beneath the generous-in-death dying of an apple tree, even feeble ilg began to realize that this Fatherhood Journey of mine connects me ike an eon-old phurba to all my kind Teachers, Deities, and Guides of my past as well as to the Ancient yogis, saints, and compassionate actions-no-matter-what of practitioners. though my ego would have preferred the path of hermit than to the endless ricocheting of schedules and time/energy demands inherent to being the householder yogi ilg now finds himself in…all i can say is that i sense beyond the shadow of a Buddha, that these daze/days are in fact, sacred topography upon the map of my ever-evolving Soul..and that all my outer Pilgrimages give birth again and again to an inner pilgrimage far more sacred, far more subtle, far more exquisite than my feeble incarnation can even imagine to place before thee in word or form or action of any kind…
…to race as hard as you are able across this sparse, high terrain makes you stumble and each step seems to take twice as long as the one before it…and three times as long as all the steps you’ve taken in training to Be Here Now..yet, here you are now…and the drizzle of barometrically-challenged oxygen that you are able to eat disappears as fast as sage smoke in a sweat lodge…there is not – i promise thee – an unaching bone in your body nor does there remain an enthusiastic fiber for more punishment left in the deepest chambers of your will and you feel the little campfire of tapas within you dwindling as fast as evening sunlight in September…