Meeting my Wisdom Companion

Reconnecting with or discovering your “inner leader” can be a very vulnerable and intimate experience. These experiences are unique to each of us.

Would You, Lie to You?

On Trees…

Permission Granted: Show Up Whole

Grief is a courageous example and one that I have become close to over the past two years. We’ve just experienced a super exhausting, more than two-year, slow burn toward the inevitable transition with our dear Olive. Her process shifted my focus, changed my perspective, deepened my learning, called forth tremendous amounts of servitude, patience, love, and… well, a whole lot more. We needed to make the ultimate choice for her and helped her onward just over a week ago.

Experience, Discovery and Moving Forward

My heart was pounding. I thought, “I’ve got to let this tension go. I’ve got to relax. Focus on controlling your breath. Try not to get hurt. Breathe.” The moment that thought connected with my chest, the large white Brazilian Lusitano horse laying at my head let out a cleansing breath in that wonderful way that horses do.

Never Forget, Always Say What’s Going On

One of the strongest lessons I learned from those days was how each of us could build; how we could lift-up the community, through selfless acts of service to others whoever they are. We learned to do a “Mitzvah.” We learned we had a powerful place where we could be “good citizens.”

Life Happens – Unexpectedly During a Pandemic Sponsored Self-Imposed-Lock-down

When something is bothering her, she tells us. When she’s scared she comes to us and let’s us know. When she makes a mistake she apologizes. When she wants love or reassurance she knows how to ask for it. When she wants to be alone because she needs quiet, or she needs to process something, she finds a quiet spot to do that.

Do You “Default” into Known Comfort Zones?

So let’s say you are creating your own path out there. You’ve taken a few steps out beyond the pale. Notice that you’ve taken something with you. Around your waist you’ve tied your safety rope so that you can pull yourself – or be pulled back inside the pale by your community and what’s familiar. What’s that like?

The Tree

Look, me and baboons simply don’t need to be occupying the same space. Figuratively or literally. If you know me well enough you may have heard me tell real-life stories of my own encounters with them in Cape Town and outside of Johannesburg. I sure as hell don’t want them in my head wreaking havoc. If I search these memories deeply enough I can still hear my NYC burrough, O.G. Jewish Grandma yelling at my sister and I to quit screaming about baboons on the roof from the backseat of the 1972 era Ford. Ah yes. Good times.