I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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Guten Tag, Reader, And now on to this week's letter: “I am not going to use this,” I mumbled to myself. “It is too banal,” I criticized the quote I had just handwritten on a piece of coffee fiber paper. “Only a man would even seek and get credit for something that I say in pretty much every single coaching session,” I dragged the patriarchy into my argument. But, I wanted a few extras and decided to put my trust in the universe once more: “If these are the right words for someone to read tonight, who am I to stand in their way of this message?” I was writing out scrolls for my Solstice Event. As the final invitation for the evening, I would pass around a basket of them, then send my participants off to sit or wander with the words they’d find. The quote that encountered the above resistance was by Sir John Lubbock, a 19th-century banker, politician, philanthropist, scientist, and polymath*: “Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.” And here is what the person who did end up with this scroll shared later: “The words I read made me think of my past life choices and how those choices have kept me from lying on the grass and gazing at the clouds. I loved watching the clouds today. I am at a point where I am making decisions about my future. And I want to make sure that I consider grass lying and cloud gazing when I do.” Yesssss! Clearly, someone needed to ponder exactly those words that evening. And clearly, I was satisfied that I had gotten out of the universe’s way. ❓❓❓Here are a few questions for youWhen was the last time you... ❓...knew you were making a decision that would impact your freedom to lie on the grass and look at the clouds? ❓...considered your ability to lie in the grass and look at the clouds as a deciding factor? ❓... lay in the grass and looked at the clouds? What are you noticing as you are reading and answering the questions? You did answer them, didn’t you? If you haven’t yet, I invite you to take some time to reflect on the questions this week. And notice what you notice. I work with my clients to ask the right questions, consider the important variables, when they face big decisions: Change careers? Start a business? Move to Greece? Run for office? Go to clown school? I can help you figure it out. Let’s chat about how. I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend. Always on your side, truly, p.s. If you got something from today's letter, why not buy me a coffee? I am keeping my writing AI-free, which means a lot of creativity goes into it. You can leave me a tip here. |
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I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
Guten Tag, Reader, I am just getting off the river as this hits your inbox, so I am sharing a letter from two years ago that has not lost any of its relevance. Two things before you get to read that gem, though: Moss Hour, my virtual Forest Bathing Gathering formerly known as "Backyard Baths," is happening on July 7. I'd love it if you dropped in. The Solstice is nearing, and if you are in Missoula, please join me at Waterworks Hill for a Mindful Saunter on June 20, 6-7:30 p.m. The details...
Guten Tag, Reader, It was still dark. Still cool. The rising sun threw only the slightest glimmer onto the very tops of the canyon walls. Soon, it would be bright. Warm. Hot probably. But not yet. Right then, all movement on the beach was guided by headlamps. The women were still wearing that extra layer as they broke down camp for the last time on this adventure. They moved with skill, strength, and grit. Unexperienced strangers just a week ago, they had bonded into a tight team of confident...
Guten Tag, Reader, “I did not know clouds could do that,” I thought, lying on my back, staring at the surprisingly warm May morning as it dramatically unfolded across the sky. Clouds in a higher layer, shaped like a Hogwarts staircase, moved one way, while their relatives in a lower layer, shaped like a bowl of apples, moved another. Had I stuck with studying physics, I might have been able to name and explain this phenomenon. Luckily, I didn’t, so I could fully experience it instead. These...