Celebrations are pretty important. I’ve worked with a marvellous spacious coach on and off for a year — Deb Kolb. She’s also a body worker, also from western New York, also living is the western Pacific. I met her because a student I was getting to know, based in Korea, said to me one day that Deb was going to be open for coachees in about a month and she had the sense that Deb and I would hit it off. Yep. At the end of our coaching I celebrated with a poem. I put it here as a statement of what I belive exceptional coaching to be.
Celebration of our Coaching
dropping the story here and there to catch glimpses and episodes of
tell me your truth, as it is yours, and, like angels we huddle in awe
to witness the bitersweet human journey
seeing it’s perfection,
approving of all that has happened,
re-image-ing meanings and next steps
dressing the actor in fresh possibilities, always plentiful
and sending her out for more, energized and rich in
Ever seen Wim Wenders movie “Wings of Desire”, and the trenchcoated angels who witness, write notes, and gather in the library to share what they saw?
When I sat for this closing reflection I saw your form of coaching as holding the space for us to interact as those angels. We observe and share notes of the human condition — specifically MY human condition, thank you very much!We witness and we honor. You allow the space that’s necessary for me to feel all my significant emotions — AND value them, all of them — allowing them to course through me so I may lightly catch my own knowing, my lesson, my awareness of how I am now different, and more than ready for all of this.
was a very loud and slow process. … All the scary things I was doing and needed to say become fodder for our laughter and love of all that is life. You held an immaculately respectful and bouyant space for whatever I brought, consciously reminding me of the connection of all this with some aspect of the
divinity we are all bathed in.