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Playing trust games with life

Playing trust games with life

You may be familiar with trust games, from school or team building or some other facilitated group experience. A common version is where you stand on a chair and fall backwards and trust the group to catch you, and they do, and each time they do, something inside you melts and opens. I have been … Continue reading

Would you hire me?

Would you hire me?

Hello you. Yes, you πŸ™‚ I’m curious. Would you hire me To be Alongside you In your doing And trust in the value Of my being? Would you trust me To trust myself To respond With exactly what is needed In every moment? Would you take that risk Open to the Unknown Trusting that something … Continue reading

Don’t believe the hype

Don’t believe the hype

Wow. TodayΒ feels like a big hype day, a day where there are lots of capital letters. A New Moon and a Solar Eclipse offer a cosmic invitation for Big Releases and New Beginnings. It’s also International Women’s Day. For me personally it’s also the Last Day of a wonderful 30 day challenge I have been … Continue reading

Suddenly it’s easy

Suddenly it’s easy

  How do I know what to write? What to say? What to do? How can I have more energy? Simplify my life? Discover my purpose? Fulfil my mission? Be more real. No effort required. A beautiful human once invited me to work on a project with him, I wanted to say yes, feeling his … Continue reading

Live streams only – no more reruns

Live streams only – no more reruns

My new blogging practise, fortuitously forced by techno gremlins, is to write free flow entries straight in to the box. No copying and pasting, no dredging up old stories. No drafts. This comes hot on the heels of losing my entire website and all its content not too long ago. Just before my website took … Continue reading

Guts and viscera

Guts and viscera

Do I want to write about all the dizzying years? The heart, wrenching? The ravished and ravaged soul, and the self I became despite and because of it? I feel so far from that now. Was it a dream? And here I am again, in some godawful corridor, hall of mirrors…. It’s tiring, I want … Continue reading