The New Year…

Contemplating those New Years resolutions already? Want to honestly stick with them? Beginning the start of January I’ll be offering a 30 day challenge to get you off to a running start and follow thru for the whole year. Stay tuned for details Contact me if you have questions, interest, et. all. -Coach Sheader High Mesa Fitness® 


In memory of Carl…

I don’t think that the sacred necessarily has to do with the supernatural. In fact, the fact that we call the supernatural, the supernatural rather than the sub-natural reveals our contempt for nature, reveals our lack of a sense of how sacred life is. What is science telling us? It is telling us that we live as part of thirteen and a half billion year continuity, that as Carl said so magnificently that we are star stuff…that every gene, bone, molecule of our physical reality, of ourselves, were formed in the hearts of distance stars. Science is revealing the oneness of all things, of life. It tells us in countless different ways. So for me, the natural is the thing we should hold highest. That’s one thing I learned from Carl; That nature is far more magnificent than anything we can imagine. If we had a spiritual approach to nature, which was grounded in nature, as opposed to the conventional religions, which are in so many ways not only not grounded in nature, but are contemptuous of what is natural, that might be why we are unable to awaken ourselves from the stupor we are in, in terms of the way we treat each other and the way we treat this planet. -Ann Druyan, speaking of her late husband Carl Sagan.



I like my friend Anthony’s take below.. I’ve never been comfortable either at a emotional or intellectual level with the idea of the dualistic ghost in the machine- temple of the soul perspective.. even if that might inspire some people to better care for themselves it still implies a degradation that the body is not more than a vehicle to someday be discarded so a immaterial supernatural soul can be set free and or move on. I don’t buy it nor do I like it. So yes, being informed by both Buddhism and Naturalism I’ve always doubted the existence of some ‘soul’ within, like a ghost in the machine. Rather I think of soul as more a metaphor for our dynamic ever evolving essential nature unfolding from moment to moment, wholly rooted in physicality. I feel the nurture and expression of this in one’s life is spirit. Thus to empower and enjoy one’s body, i.e. physicality/nature (for we don’t ‘have’ a body like some possession of the soul, we ARE a body) is both affirmation and celebration of the gift of existence. .. as but a brief temporary manifestation of stardust.

“Take another step further. What if your body is your soul and it’s your spirit that shines through? What if your spirit is none other than your feelings? Then we can no longer deny the value of the gift of this fragile being! And what if the boundary of my body is in some profound sense, all of nature? How would that change our relationships with each other and to nature?” – Anthony Bogart

Temple of Soul


PSA: To any of you out there who moan and groan about winter and cold and snow I t&f the real issue is that you are not embracing it. You are addicted to comfort. You fight and resist and hunker down into a sedentary dark life depleted of Vit D and fresh air and rich in sugar and grey moods. I’d be miserable too. You want to be free of that? It won’t happen by taking a trip to the tropics as it will be waiting for you upon your return. The key is rather to engage winter for all its worth. None of this hibernating nonsense…that’s no more than a form of avoidance. Buy a layer of smart wool base layer if you need to and get out there! Make snowmen, play with dogs, learn to snowshoe and xc ski, maybe ice climb, hike and run, and become a winter athlete. It is one of the most amazing times of the year and one day might become all to rare. Get out of your rut and off your butt and cultivate a love of the mind of winter.Image


In reflection on the untimely death of actor Paul Walker, I am reminded of this; A very short time before his own untimely death, Brandon Lee (son of the late Sifu Bruce Lee) quoted a passage from Paul Bowles’ book The Sheltering Sky that he had chosen for his wedding invitations; it is now inscribed on his tombstone:

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless…

So the question is… how are we going to embrace and engage the days left to us?