Writing

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Writing and the Glimpse of Possibility

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Writing and the Glimpse of Possibility

I often get questions about how to use writing as a tool to help discover your deeper meaning and purpose, or to help uncover what you may be truly longing for. As a starting point, I always recommend Julia Cameron’s practice of writing Morning Pages. Morning Pages are three pages of stream of consciousness writing, written long-hand and first thing in the morning. You write without stopping and without rereading anything you’ve read.  

It’s deceptive in its simplicity, yet powerful in what it makes possible to experience.

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Dare to Compare: Hidden Gifts and Building Your Coaching Practice

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Dare to Compare: Hidden Gifts and Building Your Coaching Practice

We often subconsciously project our own qualities, along with our hopes, fears and whole host of other things, onto those around us. And if we’re willing to dig deep, we can uncover valuable information about our own gifts, sparking new ways apply them in our businesses.   

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Whispers From Those We've Helped

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Whispers From Those We've Helped

Sadness crept in like a fog. She’d tried so many different versions of the right answer, and not one of them seem to be growing her business. Her shoulders felt heavy; the short walk to her desk endless. She sat staring out the window as the late September crickets rasped.  It was then that she noticed it, a tiny corner of ivory paper sticking out from a stack of business books. One of the first thank you cards she’d ever received, a note from someone she’d helped just by talking to her.

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Surprises on the Page

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Surprises on the Page

It was midday, and there were only a few cars in the park. I stepped onto the trail, and soon the path became overgrown. Plants brushed my ankles. My thoughts flitted, jumped. Chiggers, poison ivy, heat cramps. Does the GPS on my phone work out here?

The bridge over the marsh dipped, and dragonflies floated across the water.

As my mind rattled on through these thoughts, my soul-self waited patiently to settle into a quieter state among the trees.

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Befriending Fear

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Befriending Fear

“How are you?" I call tentatively.

 The room is dark. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling. I reach my hand out, waving it in the dark till it touches the string; and I pull. The click frightens us both in the silence. I see cobwebs hanging from the rafters. The light is weak against the thick gloom gathered in the corners, but it's there. A small circle of yellow on the dirt floor.

Sometimes when we move toward what our souls are longing for, we get afraid. Afraid of what others will think. Afraid of failing. Afraid that there isn’t really a way to make what we long to do happen.