Lance Giroux was born in a remote Arizona mining town. He served in the Army until 1977. Post military he began working with individuals, businesses, government agencies, and schools - assisting in effective communication, service, and leadership. In 2000, he began to understudy and be mentored by the American author George Leonard – the award-winning editor of Look Magazine. The arrangement demanded international travel. While he traveled, he wrote and documented what he saw, felt and learned - www.alliedronin.blogspot.com. In 2017, Lance bought a cabin near Cobb Mountain and moved. In 2019, he opened Aikido of Konocti in order to serve Lake County with the philosophy and practices of Aikido, a Japanese martial art. He travels less. He enjoys the forest, a place where he can slow down, listen, practice ... and write.
(Oct 30, 2020 at 9:18 AM) And when dreams come Let them For you are half asleep Into your room They parade And invade peaceful solitudes And raging wars Prior empty fortresses Without which Unguarded awakenings Would unfold Embrace them You are never Completely asleep Unless unaware You are
You are, I am, we are always practicing something all of the time – that this “something” changes now and then does not diminish the fact that whether or not we are consciously aware of it – some of our practices are constructive, and others are not. All practices have shape and all have impact. Our lives revolve around the construct of practice. The willing act to “create and have a practice” – even if for only a short time – helps one illuminate the power and depth of practice.
The womanTurning the tortillasDoesn’t complain She simply rubs her hands togetherAnd says, “Gracias” Orange Mexican sunflowersY las rosas rojas conVerdant stems and leavesAdorn the breakfast table Across the courtyardA young fatherStudent of lifeAscends the stairsTo tell us the news He pauses To catch his breath:“My son may needOpen-heart surgeryThen againMaybe not.” Y la mujer?The woman […]
It’s not the mile you walk Your volume of speak The look you carry Or wary workload It’s not the story or Spell you make to get your way, The home you dwell in Nor the grief you forsake It’s not the opinions you hold Nor by any estimate the possessions You conjure yourself blessed […]
Nov 1, 2018 @ 5AM at home on Mount Hannah It’s time to wake up. You didn’t come To hear Me speak. Hush You didn’t walk this road To see Me. Close your eyes You didn’t leave The familiar home Seeking My joy and pleasures. Let your tongue taste The sweetness of your own lips […]
Let not heart Be ruled By thinking mind. Nor thoughtBe subject toHeart’s pulse. Beneath a bridge I found rushing A roaring stream, And path that Led to strand. Hlysnan: Stream and ocean Mix their flow; Neither masters The other. They join. ©Lance Giroux – 2012 at Esalen Institute
