Thursday, March 1, 2007
The Beginning Of The End Of What i've Come To Love As ilg?
take good look at that face.
because today, on this Morning of all Sacred Mornings...
i'm getting the first hit that DaddyHood may well be the end of ilg as i love him.
i know, i know. some of you veteran Daddies are already smiling, seeing that ol' ilg is finally, finally gonna have to grow up for christ's sake. let me explain.
see that face? that is a typical ilg face.
you know, the one we've all come to love and enjoy, even me.
and trust me, it's been a long, hard grind to learn to love every afflicted, painfilled, negative, lazy, and spoiled cell of me.
you know how i've come to love all the conflicted parts of me?
i'll tell you right here and now, DL Warriors;
i've allways loved, embraced, and downright embellished the mischievous soul of ilg.
that is right, i said, 'mischievous.'
can a professional yogi REALLY be allowed to be 'mischievous'?
you bet.
in fact, in the Lineage of Mountain Yogis, we excel at mischievousness. we, in additional fact,
{another excerpt...}
...see all that fresh fluff upon the Sacred Peak?
if you could look outside my window right now, your Heart would Dance as the glimmering, glitter of cold snowflakes glissade through Morning Light like an Arctic fantasyland. there is fresh snow upon my Beloved Mother thanks to some night work from Father Sky. Mt. Elden, looking like a celestial white Ganesha in the background, appears to applaud in measured waves as cold and hungry finches, ravens, and chickadees flit like freezing fire through immensely needled giant pines. Each morning in the mountains is to me, Temple Time.
yet, as i write this, in this very moment...
{another excerpt:}
mischievous ilg applies his best yoga in these trees, mimicking puma like agility;
swiftly dropping one knee and then the next in deep, seemingly endless powder as the massive tree trunks whir past.
breath comes quickly, then slowly.
torso rising, then falling tapping into some version of primordial ocean movement still at large within my being.
this is why i telemark ski,
this is why i live,
this is why i...i...
DO NOT MISS THIS HILARIOUS, POIGNANT, POETIC ESSAY IN IT's ENTIRETY FROM AN AUTHOR, WORLD CLASS EXTREME ATHLETE and YOGA TEACHER COMING TO GRIPS WITH A LIFE-CHANGING SITUATION
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* first photo by WayneWilliamsStudio.com
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