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Sunday, August 29 2010

What is life coaching really?  What do I do with my clients?

Too many times we feel stuck in our lives; at a point of transition without the momentum to go forward; or, brimming with potential but no idea how to implement it.  Life coaching, with me, is about creating a crack in your consciousness to allow a small shift in perception that opens the door to new possibilities.

When asked what I do, I answer, "I help people recover their personal power during times of change or crisis."  

The truth is I do more than that.  Through intuitive listening, asking the right questions and telling stories, I help my clients create a shift in their energy that gives them a boost toward the direction they want t
to go.  I help them slow down the hamster wheel of circular thinking that keeps them trapped.  I help them get a glimmer of hope they might feel better in their bodies and their hearts, do better in their careers and relationships, and live a more fulfilling and satisfying life.

How do you feel in you body today?  In your job?  In your relationships?  In your life?


Photo by Twenty Questions on Flickr.com
Friday, August 27 2010
Tonight I found myself wandering around the Albertson's grocery store on Mercer Island looking for something to fix me.  My solar plexus felt like a weight was wedged there.
 
I walked down the snack aisle.  Orville Redenbacher Caramel Corn was on sale 2 for $4.00.  Red grapes?  How about white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies from the bakery?  The deli attendant put three hot wings into a little paper bag.  Maybe low blood sugar was my problem.  The only thing I managed to resist was Chocolate Soy Silk.

Or what about a book?  I've been cruising the book titles, searching for the answer, searching for some balm to ease the ache I sometimes feel; something to give me clarity.  If I read just the right metaphysical, self-help, creating your life-type book, I will feel different.  It will give me the secret recipe.  A cup of prayer, 5 tablespoons of meditation, a pound of self-sacrifice, mixed with a little woo woo just for insurance and then maybe I will find some comfort.


I devoured three chicken wings while sitting in my car in front of Island Books  on Mercer Island.  Walking through the front door of the store, I glanced at the table of books to the right.  A hand-printed sign indicated that table held new arrivals in fiction.  Glancing to the left, I smiled.  Fran's Dark Chocolate Caramels with Grey Sea Salt sat on the counter. 

Island Books is a small book store; quaint with little displays of hand-made soaps and other gift items scattered through the store.  In the far back was a children's section.  Here and there a chair was hidden in an aisle or a corner for customers to rest and read.  I tested a chair and scanned Dr. Wayne Dyer's book, There's a Spiritual Answer to Every Problem.  I've never been able to read his books.  I moved on.

I couldn't decide.  No book looked like it held the magic solution to mend all the broken parts in my life.  Fiction doesn't attract me but I follow Paul Coehlo on Facebook.  I like what he says there.  I read about his book, The Alchemist (aff. link), which was first published in 1994.  I didn't read fiction sixteen years ago either; not to mention that I'm just defiant enough to refuse to read a book just because Bill Clinton and Julia Roberts liked it.

An hour later, I sat curled up on the corner of the red Ikea love seat that I purchased off Craigslist.  The Alchemist was in one hand, chopsticks in the other.

Introduction to The Alchemist:
. . . we all need to aware of our personal calling.  What is a personal calling?  It is God's blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth.  Whenever we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend. However we don't all have the courage to confront our own dream.
And, I remembered why I am where I am.
Monday, August 23 2010
Space NeedleSpace Needle
In April 2009 as the plane crossed the Cascade mountain range to land in Seattle, Washington, I was overcome by the beauty of the mountains below me.  My heart swelled up into my throat and tears spilled down my face.  "I don't want to die in Ohio," was the thought that ran through my mind.  Later a friend helped me find clarity on that thought.  When I shared it with her, she said, "You mean you don't want to live in Ohio."

My story is that I came to Seattle drawn by the mountains, the water and the trees.  The attraction of the energy here was too much for me to resist.  That combined with the fact that I was spiritually dying just a little more each day in my situation in Ohio, Seattle is where I wanted to be.  Some say I was running away from something.  I was running to safety.  Little did I know what was to come.

No. 1 Thing I Didn't Know about Seattle - Asian & Minority Population






I did not know that there was a large Asian population in Seattle.  As you can see from the graph on the right that Lancaster, Ohio, which is where I spent most of my life has very few minorities, let alone Asians.  Seattle's population, the graph on the left, is 12.1% Asian.  For me that provides the unusual experience of being able to walk down the street and see other faces like mine.
 
The additional gift in this experience is that in working at InSpa at Factoria Mall, I spend five days a week with other Asian women - Vietnamese, Chinese, and most importantly for me, Korean.  One of the nail technicians is Kim.  She was born in Korea and is five years older than I am. 

When Kim heard my story of being adopted from an orphanage in Seoul, raised in Ohio, and miraculously landing in Seattle, she asked, "Have you ever gone back to 'our country?'"  Kim took the time to share her experience and memories of post-war Korea.  She kept saying, "Our country was so poor.  There were no jobs for the men.  No jobs for the women . . . . You really should go back to our country some day."

That is the first time in my life that someone has drawn me in, included me in a race, a nation, a culture.

Kim has also encouraged me to see if I can locate any of my Korean family.  The farthest I've gotten with that is to contact the Holt International to confirm that I was indeed adopted from their orphanage.  Kim told me to listen to the Korean Broadcasting System.  Where families have been reconnected.  She says, "You never know.  Miracles happen all the time."

As my friend, Larry, says, "There's more to be revealed."

Have you had miracles, synchronous events happen in your life that led to the next wonderful thing and the next wonderful thing?


Space Needle photo from Flickr.com.
Sunday, August 22 2010
Disclaimer

Forgive me if I write crap.  I've been stuck, stalled, plagued by self-doubt, the voices of a not so distant past and fear of speaking my truth even if my voice shakes.  I'm just going to forge ahead, dishing out crap when that's all I have until I find my voice again.

I'm also returning to what I know best - helping people feel better in mind, body & spirit.  That is not social media marketing.  My interlude into social media marketing came about in the ever changing tap dance of trying to make money and make someone else happy.  I've learned since then that I cannot make anyone happy.  I can only be true to myself.

Trash and Other Miracles

For days I have been asking for inspiration, wisdom and guidance as divorce papers sit in the red, white & blue priority mail envelope on the table.  It's the only thing I know to do when I don't know what to do.  My saving grace is that I believe in not only asking but also in receiving.  Miracles for me are not huge earth shaking events.  They are subtle signs, symbols, people who come into my life, or Cosmic Postcards that create a shift in my consciousness.

Trash

This morning I took Dharma for her morning constitutional.  Carrying around baggies of dog poo is not my favorite thing to do so as we walked back toward our apartment, I stopped at the trash station to throw away a bag.  Sitting beside the dumpster, out in the open was a blue box that said, "Autobiography of a Yogi.  52 Cards & Booklet." 

Miracles

I'm not normally a trash picker but I opened the box and the first card which read:

Always remember that you belong to no one, and no one belongs to you.  Reflect that some day you will suddenly have to leave everything in this world - so make the acquaintanceship of God now.
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