This transformational journey of sheer exploration is just getting underway. I have a distinct notion of where and how to look, but exploration is exploration. It has to suspend all believe and opinion, then venture down blind alleys and around darkened corners in order to find truth …
It’s 2am. You’re wide awake.
Feeling alone. Unseen.
And inexplicably lost.
Discontent despite all
that you have around you.
The people. Your life.
You wear a face that tells
the world you’re OK,
but you’re not.
You’re bone achingly tired
from the relentless
game of belonging.
You long for a meaningful place
in the world. And to
belong without condition.
You long to be seen …
I am running an Intro Call entitled ‘What to Expect on a Soul Biographies Experience Retreat’. To give a sense of our time together, and how it might help you. All question answered.
Tuesday 27th December 2016. 8pm UK Time, 2pm US Central. For 30 minutes.
Here are the details …
As I wander this world, I experience a depth and openness in people. A way of being together. But I’m struck by the most common of responses to such experience. An isolating juxtaposition. It is painful, often admitted and it is lonely. It goes something like this …
I wrote these few words by way of general invitation to all Soul Biographies Programs;
To truly bear witness to another allows for a voice that seems rare in this age. A voice that doesn’t set out to convince the world of right and wrong. A voice that starts without knowing where it might end up. A voice alive with truth and vulnerability, that travels without fear of consequence. The unfiltered voice of the human soul. The strength and wisdom of such a voice can change the course of a life. Even an organization. This time is about such a voice. This is where we will go …
The second I sat down in front of the camera I found out that something else was already there in search of me. In search of Who I Am, What I Stand For, and What I’ve Been Pretending Not to Know. Instinctively, I ducked. I weaved. I recited poetry. But I discovered you can’t spar with silence. And in the end …
Tim Gallwey, Inner Game of Tennis Tim, and I speak often. And for hours and hours. Barbara, Tim’s partner, often ends up having to forcibly separate him from the phone in order to fulfill some prior engagement. She’s great. A while ago, we clocked up a three conversation about not talking. Odd. The irony of it all …
A someone who recently sat in front of the Soul Biographies Camera woke up a few days ago with these unexpected few words in her imagination. She had no idea where they had come from. Or why, but thought that they pointed to something of importance with respect to this somewhat mysterious work […cont]
Last week I caught sight of this tree, broken and seemingly alone. That is until I attended a lecture on the latest research observing that trees are connected and act on behalf of each other when in need. Perhaps most fragments in this natural world have such capacity. You and me included …