My teacher speaks in clusters of daring “The way in is the way out.” It’s her graceful word rising from years looking at the blank slate over the Pacific, her lungs breathing deeply of this rolling mist. Her wisdom “the way in is the way out,” comes to me from her bloodline far to the east, from a practice that bent and molded her matter-mind, from evidence etched into the soles of her feet.
About Greg Ormson
A human being doing yoga, motorcycling, playing music, traveling and breathing with intent. Like all of you, I'm stardust, I'm golden, I'm billion year old carbon. THAT'S ENOUGH.
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