September 10, 2004
Field Notes #2
from our
HP Yoga Summer Retreat at Red Mountain Adventure Spa
report filed by ilg, most photos by Ananda
A cluster of red boulders in an arroyo near Hidden Pinyon Trail
remind me of inner obstacles that must be eroded away through
lifetime spiritual Practice...
my HP Yoga Classes, Teacher Trainings, and Lectures are nearly over...each
have been met with teary eyed fans, tired armed warriors, autograph seekers,
and the smiling eyes
of the newly converted who have been touched by the unmistakable and
utterly unique chi of HP Yoga...in between classes and lectures, i retreat into
the red desert on foot or on bike to slip again and again into my soul,
whencecometh the Power, the Higher Source of the sacred Teachings and
Energies that come through my feeble abilities...i know this much,
to touch others, to inspire others to sweat and be still everyday...
i must
sweat and pour myself into my solo silences and Practices
as authenticately as ever...
even moreso...
otherwise,
i am not a genuine Protector of the Dharma
i am not a Teacher of Yoga...of union of ALL the DANCES available
to the human experience...
testing my meditation skills 30' up a route called, "Bat's Meow" rated 5.7+
when the climbing rope falls between your legs, you are so alive, so sincere,
so fully focused...so human!
Ananda, my everfaithful Assistant and partner, has seen once again a Shift in her
body and her mind during this Retreat. Here she is bouldering on The Breakfast Nook,
Snow Canyon.
Red sand, nearly as fine as dust
lava rock, black as pitch, indelible residue from a volcanic era
and
red rock cliffs, giant monoliths which soar into cobalt skies
urging me to climb them, meditate with their sun baked silences...
it is all i can do but thank God for Wholistic Fitness so i
can Dance my Breath among such extreme miracles of
Mother Earth and Father Sky...
may your Practice be strong and sincere today
we wish you were here with us...
love endlessly,
your feeble coach ilg