"When people say,
'Well...it's better than nothing.'
It's usually not.
Supreme is the voice of silence."
- steve ilg
'Well...it's better than nothing.'
It's usually not.
Supreme is the voice of silence."
- steve ilg
click pic for an enhanced Chi Hit for your Practice todayi took this shot from my camera phone on Friday.
this is Gudy's Rest...an altar for Durango's outdoor athletes.
to get here?
penny up with 1,450' vertical feet of the sweetest and most WF historic
self-powered single track you're likely to ever see.
hec, ilg is rolling it again tomorrow cuz its treasured sweetness is like wine upon thine Soul!
fact:
your ol' coach helped produce this section of the Colorado Trail upon which
thousands of sweat-seeking pilgrims traverse each summer.
in the photo:
Saygil.
m(om) of a 6,4, and 1.5 year-old.
ilg bows.
we sat here at Gudy's together as our lungs recovered.
our gaze easily fell upon the still snow-choked Junction Creek Canyon
up which we climbed to get Here Now.
here is what we 'did':
listened to the poetic scrape of Brother Hawk's wing across Father Sky.
rejoiced at the symphony of wind-blown pine needles, rushing whitewater,
and birdsong.
like many Durangatangs:
Saygil is not uncomfortable with long pauses between Spoken Word.
here, Durangatangs tend to share a common behavioral trait;
we are extremely fit and nearly just as lazy.
in other words; we prefer and prioritize chillin' over stressin'...
climbing inner ladders, not corporate ones.
Yes, this is Junction Creek Canyon...the same of which i've written about in my books.
The same Canyon where wildflowers churn upturned colored faces toward
an ever furtive
an ever giving Grandfather Sun...
where a circus of rapids croon beneath an ever changing procession
of pine, cottonwood, elder, oak, and aspen
all driven by the call of Heaven's Breath
and the roll of moonlight
upon their leafy skin.
if you live to love WF,
if you live to love Wholeness?
come with me
now
before long
and
chill in these hills
these streams
with
silence
as our
Teacher.
this Sacred Canyon:
of which Apaache* and i, were once Kings
when ilg was but a boy.
ilg knows each scrape of sandstone, each anthill, each ripple of a whitewater rapid in this
birthplace of Wholistic Fitness®.
look again at the crummy photo:
for this is It
when it comes to ilg/WF.
schedule your Private Intensive...
go ahead,
do not be afraid, Pilgrim of Wholeness...
for it would be my unique pleasure to sweat and, even more important:
be still with you for m(om)ent right here,
at Gudy's...
a Noble Sandstone Throne of the WF Chi.
ilg prays that your Practice this week
be strong,
still,
sincere
and
full of revere.
that,
my My Friends Along The Path...
is
All.
head bowed,
spine straight,
breath low,
your feeble teacher toward Wholeness
* if you don't know who Apache is at this point in our Sacred Journey?
read my books, study the Archives.
you will know more about il
this is Gudy's Rest...an altar for Durango's outdoor athletes.
to get here?
penny up with 1,450' vertical feet of the sweetest and most WF historic
self-powered single track you're likely to ever see.
hec, ilg is rolling it again tomorrow cuz its treasured sweetness is like wine upon thine Soul!
fact:
your ol' coach helped produce this section of the Colorado Trail upon which
thousands of sweat-seeking pilgrims traverse each summer.
in the photo:
Saygil.
m(om) of a 6,4, and 1.5 year-old.
ilg bows.
we sat here at Gudy's together as our lungs recovered.
our gaze easily fell upon the still snow-choked Junction Creek Canyon
up which we climbed to get Here Now.
here is what we 'did':
listened to the poetic scrape of Brother Hawk's wing across Father Sky.
rejoiced at the symphony of wind-blown pine needles, rushing whitewater,
and birdsong.
like many Durangatangs:
Saygil is not uncomfortable with long pauses between Spoken Word.
here, Durangatangs tend to share a common behavioral trait;
we are extremely fit and nearly just as lazy.
in other words; we prefer and prioritize chillin' over stressin'...
climbing inner ladders, not corporate ones.
Yes, this is Junction Creek Canyon...the same of which i've written about in my books.
The same Canyon where wildflowers churn upturned colored faces toward
an ever furtive
an ever giving Grandfather Sun...
where a circus of rapids croon beneath an ever changing procession
of pine, cottonwood, elder, oak, and aspen
all driven by the call of Heaven's Breath
and the roll of moonlight
upon their leafy skin.
if you live to love WF,
if you live to love Wholeness?
come with me
now
before long
and
chill in these hills
these streams
with
silence
as our
Teacher.
this Sacred Canyon:
of which Apaache* and i, were once Kings
when ilg was but a boy.
ilg knows each scrape of sandstone, each anthill, each ripple of a whitewater rapid in this
birthplace of Wholistic Fitness®.
look again at the crummy photo:
for this is It
when it comes to ilg/WF.
schedule your Private Intensive...
go ahead,
do not be afraid, Pilgrim of Wholeness...
for it would be my unique pleasure to sweat and, even more important:
be still with you for m(om)ent right here,
at Gudy's...
a Noble Sandstone Throne of the WF Chi.
ilg prays that your Practice this week
be strong,
still,
sincere
and
full of revere.
that,
my My Friends Along The Path...
is
All.
head bowed,
spine straight,
breath low,
your feeble teacher toward Wholeness
* if you don't know who Apache is at this point in our Sacred Journey?
read my books, study the Archives.
you will know more about il
