Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Sprints, And Marathons

Dealing with the emotional elements of change is like running Sprints, and Marathons, in the psyches of people adjusting.

And assisting coachees to manage change and transition has a number of very important elements.

When people are dealing with personal and professional events, such as a redundancy, leaving work to have a new baby, entering the workforce initially, returning to work after maternity leave, dealing with a death in the family, finding themselves in corporate restructuring, managing a challenging divorce, dealing with an illness, any number of things, there is an adjustment necessary.

And a beautiful emotional component of loving that is important to be incorporating. Because they are human beings.

Each adjustment can require subtle manouvering around emotions and decision-making. And people can be dealing with a number of concurrent events that can be triggering.

Anyone who has ever dealt with, or supported someone with, the intricacies of planning a funeral after a death in the family, knows how taxing it can be, and exhausting emotionally.

Anyone who has returned to the workforce after having a baby, understands the tugs of loyalty between work and family, and finding the balance that is so necessary, particularly if there have been birthing and growing difficulties.

Anyone who has experienced an unexpected redundancy knows the importance of acquiring skills, and stamina, for applying for new things. And the managing of rejections, perseverence, and persistence it often brings.

Change entails decision-making, and action taking. Sprints, and Marathons regularly.

Managing the pressure to continue, adequately dealing with the processes of feeling, accepting the tasks of preparing, repairing, and self motivating, is a fine human art, of the mind, and heart.

And working co-operatively with coachees, for emotional resilience, and brilliance, becomes an important process.

As human beings, emotional resilience, is important. And self-compassion, to get through the many aspects and challenges of changing, and adjusting, to new conditions, needs pacing. Because emotional, and physical Sprints, And Marathons are usually racing. And need managing.

It often surprises me that people need permission, to take it easier, to seek help, to care for themselves, to manage their anxieties, and to calm themselves in storms of emotionality. Perhaps it is a function of a perfectionist, driven, society that doesn't recognise the importance of feeling, and loving, in adjusting.

Taking time to self-care, and to live more beautifully and self-appreciatively through changes, is a human necessity. Self-compassion an ideal, and essential, reality.

Therapuetic coaching can assist with this. It gives the space to help people manage the pace, and keep them moving forward through their highs and lows, optimally, and gently.

Helping people learn to take care of themselves through the Sprints, and Marathons, of change, and adjustments, in which they find themselves. And taking adequate steps to re-create their optimum, in new circumstances, again.

SaraSwati Shakti
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Monday, 2 May 2016

Joy on every page

It is not often you find yourself mentioned in someone else's story. Someone else's book. Yet that was what I found after the release of a book titled Whole Wild World. A book launched recently, and written by my cousin, Tom Dusevic. It tells the story of a boy growing up in suburban Sydney in the 1970's.

I had only recently written a blog titled Tell me your story, and here I was finding myself immersed in the story that was Tom's. It is a delightful book. And it reminded me how much we each influence others' stories. And how little we really know of the power that we have in the weaving of another.

It is a wonderful book, of individual growth, and the relationships that form major developmental creations in a human being.

I loved it.

And it has taken me down memory lane again, with my own family, and their dynamics.

When coaching people in the process of their own storytelling I sometimes touch on family dynamics. Family dynamics can so obviously, and subtley, play out in adulthood, and in families, relationships, and workplaces consciously, and unconsciously. It's a wonderful way to identify with people how their behaviours are impacting the world around them today. And what they wish to enhance, or release, in the process along the way. What actions we choose to take, as we evolve and create, always evolves our identity in our growing process, no matter how old we may be.

Tom's book is a beautiful read. Of the intricacies of identity, and the tug-o-war familiar to how many of us somehow perceive our own lives to be, each uniquely. It is a joy on every page, so well described on the cover sleeve.

Tom spoke about our pastimes, in childhood. My attention was drawn to my own appearance in it. Of playtime bliss. Of families, schools and colouring. And in the reading, it was lovely for me personally, to contemplate, how my inner child is still alive and well in my own big wild world today. My family, continuous learning, and colouring, a key feature of my adulting. My life work and pastimes, as blissful soul food, in my continually inspirational evolving adulthood neighbourhood. A delightful surprise in the re-reading of story from someone else's perspective.

For those of you interested in reading Tom's book Whole Wild World, details can be found here

I hope you each get a chance to continue to tap into the joy and wealth of your own memory lane as you too are living and telling your own story. In it's intricate unfolding. And wonderful weaving. Turning the page, daily, in a joyful offering.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

Thursday, 14 April 2016

The Gift of Wonder

The school holidays have been upon us. And with it a dramatic change in the neighbourhood scenery. So many more children are mixing and mingling in the parks and walkways of surrounding greenery. Out for fresh air, in the open, playing freely, and venturing in pleasures with friends and family.

Today I met two of them. Two little girls filled with childlike wonder in a park during my lunchtime break. Sisters. Twins. Keen to meet me face to face, as I was about to make my way by them. They said hello, they shared their stories, they glowed with happiness under the large umbrella they held big enough for both of them. They were delighting in the wonder of their own joyousness. It was infectious.

And their joy turned to what I was holding. Two feathers. Small ones. Identical. And perfect for each of them.

One of the girls held out her hand to hold one. And the other did the same. They gasped, and giggled, in delightedness, and ran to show their mother the treasures that they now held.

The beauty of child like wonder, a gift of existence. The gift it engendours in our daily presence is unmistakebly brilliant. The innocent nature of children in the natural environment is so incredibly sacred. A richness it brings in spirit.

And acknowledging the richness that the world around us freely gives, like those two girls so ably did, is also a prize, worth treasuring, and cultivating, in a world that can be challenging.

Feathers in themselves have such a lovely meaning. I collect them often, and have a selection. They remind me of many things, and particularly, of the headresses that native Americans created as marks of earned wisdom, and honourable acts of Spirit. Acknowledging the meaning that each feather brings to the entire piece is a mark of leadership.

It didn't escape me that perhaps that is why the girls innately knew that they had earned their feathers today. Keeping their Spirits buoyant, and spreading the joy in the world around them, in a wondrous interplay.

Blessed be the children.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Tell me your story

I had an opportunity to visit the National Portrait Gallery recently. They have an exhibition of photos as part of the National Photographic Portrait Prize 2016. Each of the photos captures striking moments.

And each striking moment is wonderful, serious, and resplendent, in the way each person's world is snapped in an instant. And the explanation and meaning the photographer puts in it.

It is full of story. In image, and glory.

We each uniquely see stories differently, from our own perspectives. And we learn from the stories and perspectives that others bring. In the relating.

Each moment is a story in the living. And it is only understood richly as a whole life story in hindsight...when the various snapshots are pondered with insight.

As you live your days, from holy moment to moment, in awareness, or daze, it creates a tapestry that can truly amaze.

Tell me your story. A powerful opening in therapy, relationship, and coaching. So much can be learned from that process. The meaning, the dialogue, the perspective, the monologue.

It is personal. And it is private. And it is selective. In the telling.

It provides a process for bringing out the truth, of the person, as they see it, at that moment.

It is beautiful. And it is glorious.

It is serious. And wondrous.

How you weave your stories to your liking, and disliking, and observing, is poetic and majestic. And changing.

And understanding the process of self-knowledge and courage that life's makings and breakings, can bring to the story, is captivating. It is poetic. And it provides a great perspective to build new moments of clarity and reality.

All of the arts...therapeutic, creative, generative, for art makers and observers, has an amazing ability to help tune in to what is true within us. A beautiful dialogue between the storyteller and receiver.

Tell me your story. What is your poetry? What is your art piece? And the unique and precious glory that it brings. Such a lovely place to begin.

SaraSwati Shakti

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Sunday, 20 March 2016

Sit, And Admire

When my son was very little, we had a ritual.

He was always busy, curious, and keen to move from activity to activity, regularly. Projects were moved through, quickly. From one to next, without a breath.

So I taught him something worth doing. To Sit, And Admire, before moving on, to the next thing.

To Sit, and Admire. A ritual. Celebrating.

To give thanks for what he had done. To appreciate what he had achieved. To pat himself on the back, and honestly critique.

To Sit, and Admire.

And to learn from each achievement. To take in the aroma of the wonderment of each project.

The conclusion, and the pause. The ending, for a new beginning.

Easter is a great symbolic reminder of end, and renewal. A chance to pause over the weekend. Honouring the process of closing an old chapter, for beginning anew. A timely opportunity to partake in a life review.

Considering what you have learned, where you have grown, what you have achieved, and gratefully taken on.

A conscious pause. To savour. Before moving on. Before going beyond, where you have been. To say goodbye to what was. And to welcome a new life chapter in.

As the end of the first quarter of 2016 is nearing, you may wish to consider where your footsteps have been.

Sit, and Admire. How far you've come.

1. What are you most proud of? In outer achievements, and inner dialogue.

2. What have you learned? In lessons, and blessings, and views.

3. Where will you next head? For more satisfaction, and happiness.

Sit, and Admire. And Celebrate. And have a lovely Easter weekend.

SaraSwati Shakti

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Saturday, 20 February 2016

Upon Reflection

At dawn this morning, by a river that runs alongside my neighbourhood, I noticed something new. Something irregular.

The river, was absolutely still.

So still that the water was a perfect mirror of the scene above her.

A complete, unadulterated, reflection. No exception.

And it didn't escape me, that my inner river, was similar. Still. And present. In the moment. Of contentment.

A mirror.

Stillness, within, and without, everywhere, about.

A clean slate, for a new day, as I sat, to contemplate.

A lovely observation. And a grateful contemplation.

And as I proceeded to walk along that lovely, still river, it changed. As I too had changed.

My mind was becaming busier. Passing by, I spoke briefly to people familiar. I made plans in my head for the day, and my week ahead. I noticed old ruminations, entering the field of stillness, coming into play.

And I noticed the river, had begun to ripple, as my mind had too.

A mirror.

Energy reflecting.

Reinforcing an awareness, that cultivating stillness, has an impact. And that what we bring as energy affects the world around us, and vice versa.

Watching how energy moves, as a reflection.

Knowing that it can be difficult to maintain stillness, with the movement through an ordinary day. And being aware that the ripples inside us, and those surrounding us, in leading a contemporary life, can contribute, or get in the way.

Learning to cultivate stillness, in the moment, can create a peaceful richness. And a self-awareness that is valuable for wellness.

Creating the time, to refine the mind, and emotions, has a marvellous affect on the world around us.

Through meditation, mindfulness, and creative immersion, or whatever practice satisfies it, in a personal way, can instill a peacefulness for blissfulness, as part of the day.

A lovely lesson, upon reflection.

And a beautiful motivation, for creating a peaceful projection, into the world today.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Sunday, 14 February 2016

For a new beginning

There is a poem I dearly love. It is by the late John O'Donohue. 

It is from his book To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings. And it is called For a New Beginning.

And every beginning, which naturally follows some form of ending, offers uncertainties, and blessings.

It touches a place that I have visited frequently. A place of deep soul. Sensing that something is beckoning, to take hold. The place of fresh new beginnings. The restlessness, and the wrestling with in-betweens, and the uncertainties that brings, before the Sunrise sets in.

I dedicate it to each of you starting newness. And greater trueness, of your soulful existence, as you move more deeply into the year.

And as the last winds of the past season bellow, and the colours start to mellow, toward a new rhythm quickening, may it help you launch into new measures, of heartfelt treasures, as your soul continues to grin.


In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire
Feeling the emptiness grow inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is one with your life's desire

Awaken your spirit to adventure
Holding nothing back, learn to find ease in risk
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

Yes, the world awaits you. Begin.

SaraSwati Shakti
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