A woodpecker

Oh, I wish I had a woodpecker
that could, oh so persistently
tap away at the bark around parts of my mind
where old opinions and judgements lurk
as if set in plaster, yet waiting to be cracked open
releasing space for new truths and possibilities to stir.

Oh, I wish I had a woodpecker
that could, oh so tenderly
tap away at the bark around parts of my heart
where old would and stories lay
like fresh grubs waiting to be consumed
leaving space for the new tales to grow.

While I’m waiting for my woodpecker
I will keep on tapping away myself.
Gently and persistently peeling away the bark
so the light of day can consume the old tales of smallness,
creating wide open space for a new and bigger me.

Oh, I wish I had a woodpecker

That could oh so persistently

tap away at the bark around parts of my mind

where opinions and judgements lurk

as if set in plaster waiting to be cracked open

releasing space for new truths and possibilities to stir.

Deeds count more than words

I’ve worked with many leaders over the last twenty years who want to talk about culture. I love it, but there is often an under-belly – a little bit, ‘do as I say, not what I do’. The leader who wants their team to be more creative, yet doesn’t manage how they respond to ideas that didn’t quite fit with their vision of creativity. The leader who wants to encourage team work, but raves about the performance of one guy, who just doesn’t join in the with team. Your team watches your actions, your behaviours, your facial gestures just as much as they listen to your words. But one false move and your words about change turn to dust. This blog from
@thisissethsblog says this beautifully! #Coaching can help you plug the gap between your words, your intentions and your behaviour.

Thoughts from the park: By the light of the moon

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The waning crescent moon hangs low in the morning sky

as if balancing just above the frosty treetops.

Its delicate light illuminates the landscape

in all its glorious detail. Each blade of grass, each tussock,

hinting at things yet to come.

All this possibility is burnt away by the light of the rising sun.

Part of me stirs under the light of this moon

As if sensing what we may yet become

Dreaming of possibilities.

Now thats got me thinking….

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I was with a client recently and at the same moment we both remembered this quote. We both recoiled as we remembered that we hold ourselves back sometimes, not living our dreams, playing slightly smaller to keep out of too much trouble. It acted as a good reminder to focus on what we really want to do, what makes us smile and our hearts sing. We might be afraid of it, but are we not also afraid of being disappointed in ourselves? What do you dream of? What do you want to take a step towards? Coaching can help

Thoughts from the park: Vapours on the breeze

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I watch the rays of the mid-morning sun

vaporise the frozen dew on the tree

and it floats away like mist in the breeze.

Brownian motion in Kew Gardens.

I dream of my old stories floating away so effortlessly

freed by the elements to start anew.

Then, I remember the stories are already mere wraiths

their function long since forgotten,

past their sell-by-date.

All that is needed is some sun and a light breeze

and then as I let them go they will be carried away

as vapours on the wind.

String too short to be saved | Seth’s Blog

Image result for short pieces of ropeThis wonderful piece from @thisissethsblog String too short to be saved | Seth’s Blog had me chortling, admittedly in a slightly uncomfortable fashion…  What ‘small bumps in the road’ was I holding onto as an indicator of my value?  What small rejections?  I love (and regularly talk to my coachees) about how we can hold onto the things that make us feel bigger, wiser, more capable and competent.  What slight might you let go of and what ‘boost’ would you like to hold onto today?

Thoughts from the park

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Today the depths of the dead January bracken

Gave shelter, safety, warmth

to hundreds of tiny birds.

What part of you

is giving nurturance

to a small, fresh fluttering internal song?

This too will grow and flourish soon.