Each coaching journey is unique
We come upon a clearing to the South, the sun brightens the small meadow.
This is where the dreams you talk about live.
You know them well, you share them feely.
We wind through the sweet smelling grass for a moment, drinking in the birdsong
…but we don’t linger.
We go deeper into the forest, heading West.
The trees are huddled closer together, their branches intertwined, dappling the light.
Their trunks are thickly covered in lichens; the path narrower, ferns and brambles reach for our legs.
We hear the sound of running water and find ourselves at a pool.
This is the home of the dreams you think, but don’t talk about.
You slip into the pool, bathing in the familiarity of these dreams, those you hold closer in.
I sit looking deeper into the forest, smelling the air for a taste of that which we seek.
Sensing this is not our destination you dry off and we continue West towards the setting sun.
We leave our shoes at the pool.
There is no path now.
Your feet sense the way along the forest floor - mosses, pine needles, last year's leaves, rocks and deep, rich soil.
We are following the wisdom of your body.
We pick our way gently through the undergrowth as darkness ripens.
of that which we seek.
You see it first. A rock face rising out of the earth.
Ahead, an opening big enough to walk in.
It’s dark in there, the air is chilled and moist.
This is the place where your other dreams live.
The dreams so precious you are terrified to speak of them.
You know that bringing them to light will require you to transform “who you have become”
into “who you are really are”.
