I'm hitting my stride with Life Coaching. I just got my second client, and I'm starting to find my ground. It helps me that it is a lineage practice: I have a coach and I am a coach. I feel like a salmon in a clear-running stream.
I treat it like rehearsal. The same respect, focus, and intent ( (( l i s t e n i n g ) ) ) for the winds. The same granite -- "We're going somewhere we've never been, I don't know where it is, I'll know it when I see it." When we begin, I picture the air as dark grey -- literally, I am envisioning a mountain, dark grey Alaskan scarp -- and I picture my face as a mountain too, craggy and etched like Willie Nelson's. A serious summoning, requiring attention in all realms.
"Sit like a mountain," said Sogyal Rinpoche. "Sit like this." He rearranged his maroon & saffron robes, settled, and energetically vanished. There was no disturbance in the air around or through him. Not stillness, but absence.
I sat down today to write something thoroughly concrete, to ground the blog as it were. And here I am, off turning into mountains that disappear.
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I've never seen someone thoughrouly disappear, having no energy, being in absence. All my friends, and all the people that I know are so full of energy, so jumpy that they wouldn't want to do that. I think that a person who could do so would be more full of life than the one that doesn't stop, and breathe.
the last one's from T
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