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HOW TO ELIMINATE A OO7 DOUBLE LIFE

When James* called upon me, he asked that we meet in an open restaurant downtown Vancouver. Asking him why there instead of my office, he laughed and said, ‘Because I need it this way.’    On the agreed upon date and time of rendez-vous, James sat down in front of me and immediately placed his hands under the table where I could Not see them. This gesture alone told me a lot about James, how easily he pretended to be emotionally open yet felt the want to hide once in front of me.   Through my talking with him, I found out James was one of nine children from a very large Catholic South American family. He grew up being an altar boy, going to Sunday school, and saying prayers. But something was Not working for him… In his teenage years, he realized he was gay and being gay is

HOW TO OVERCOME SHINY OBJECT SYNDROME

When Janie came to see me, she smiled an easy smile and quickly answered “I’m fine!” to the question ‘How are you?’ I watched her as she fidgeted onto her seat, obviously trying to find a comfortable position. She finally sat down after putting a nearby colourful cushion in front of her tummy. This gesture alone told me a lot about Janie, how she most likely was living her life hiding in the background while hanging on to shiny objects for dear life.   Through my talking with her, I found out she has spent years studying for a profession she says she is now hating. She said she felt tired and drained, her bosses apparently not caring about what happened to her or how she felt.     Have you ever been in a situation where you felt unseen and unheard?   After her work shift, Janie confessed she

WHO DO YOU CALL TO ADDRESS EMOTIONAL LEAKS? 

Have you ever experienced a gushing water leak in your home? Where was it? Was it underneath the kitchen sink? Was it in the basement where water pipes tend to run hidden in the dark? What did it cost you to repair this leak?   In 2001, I bought a showroom townhouse. It had many upgrades like granite countertops, wooden kitchen cabinets, and so on. I loved this house house very much, it looked great on the surface… until the day I had my first water leak.    The day it happened, I did not know where the water valve was, so I ran panicking to my next door neighbour. He calmly came over, turned the water valve off, and told me to call a plumber. I had never had to call a plumber before and it made me feel deeply anxious and stressed out. Ever been in that situation?

ROUND AND ROUND

ROUND AND ROUND   Round and round We go again On the merry-go-round of life. Ups and downs, We think that’s life Until we get off our mount.   Round and round We go again On the merry-go-round of life. Laughter and tears We think we’re here Until we go deep within.   In and in We go again On the merry-go-round of life, Darkness and light Fuse into one Until we go round and round.   With love & compassion, Anne   What makes any of us go round and round in circles?   www.walkinginside.com www.fullmontyleadership.com

HOW FAR AM I WILLING TO GO?

HOW FAR AM I WILLING TO GO?   Am I willing to go beyond the stars Where you and I were born Where the sun befriends the moon Where rainbows bridge us all?   Am I willing to go further than the eye can see Where trees plant their roots Where flowers drop their seeds Where leaves take in the colours of seasons?   Am I willing to go deeper than the ocean floor Where all the river beds make one Where the illusion of division is triumphed over Where we all feel as one?   How far am I willing to go?   I am willing to go At the centre of myself Where I hear it all begins The point of origin That unites us all.   I am willing to go Where ‘broken’ lines disappear Where there is no you or me Where there is only a

I USED TO THINK

I USED TO THINK   I used to think A tree was just a tree I saw it with my own mind Roots, trunk, branches, leaves.   I used to think You were different than me I saw it with my own mind Bodies, fences, judgement, fear.   Thanks to my mentor, I met me For a moment, I stopped thinking, In stillness, my mind cracked open Discovering sunshine cooling breeze within.   How refreshing To hear inside the giggles of a small child Who never thought we were separate Who's always known we all belong.   Because of my love for this child and me The lines in my mind are becoming blurry If there is nothing separating you from me Then, who am I? What are we?   Willing to know, I ask her to show me the way How I may serve her from a place of

“HOUSE OF MIRRORS, DO YOU REALLY KNOW?”

Imagine you are walking ticket in hand through the gates at a summer carnival. You have heard of all the magical rides possible and you wish to experience them all for yourself. As you walk inside, you notice a big blue sign in bold white letters that points to a red tent. The sign reads, ‘HOUSE OF MIRRORS, DO YOU REALLY KNOW?’   Intrigued, you decide you are here to have fun and you enter the tent, not truly knowing what to expect, but you want to know, you wish to know what the mirrors might show you.   The first mirror that greets you makes you look like an enormous potato with two fish goggly eyes on top. You laugh heartily, what a funny joke! You know from having looked into your own bathroom mirror this morning that you are physically spaghetti slender, your face is egg oval, and

WHAT IS OUR PATH?

WHAT IS OUR PATH? Do we each have an individual path? Do we have a collective path together?     The other day, I had a dream…   I was walking on this road, unpaved, cream in colour. It was full of little pebbles and tiny grains of rocks and sand from side to side. Though it was wide enough to let a whole car drive through, there was only one person walking on this road, right in the middle of it, and this person was me.   I did not know where I was. I had never seen this road before, it felt unfamiliar to me. I looked up to see if I could find any road sign, any indication as to where I was, or where I was going. But there was no signs, only green mounts and valleys surrounding me.   I thought of the country I

AWAKENING

AWAKENING   I awoke in the middle of the night, Frightened and scared, Thinking I was alone. I looked around the bedroom, Stillness and shadows greeting me. What an unfamiliar sight, I thought to myself, To be alone with one’s thoughts, To be shyly greeting one’s feelings.   Out of habit, I called out a name, Thinking you would come, But the echo came back empty. I did not yet understand, Love is neither a name or a game, It is a flowing feeling, Like waves, rising and falling, Amidst our own waters.   Thinking I knew better, I turned my bed into a raft, I paddled day and night, Still hoping to find you, Afloat on another raft nearby.   Feeling more lost than ever, I finally stopped doing this crazy thing, And started instead to Listen to the wind Who has always known my name.   It said,

IS HOPE KILLING YOUR DREAMS?

Have you ever looked at Hope in the face? If you have, did you notice how frozen on the spot she seems to be, while at the same time babbling about how she wished things were different?    Two weeks ago, I have asked,   “What if Faith is upping one on her sister Hope at the dinner table?  What then happens to Accountability?”     Well, pull up a chair, grab a slice of blueberry pie, and let’s find out together…   In the past, I used to rely heavily on Hope to carry me through the tough times. For example, I have said, CASE #1: “I hope my baby makes it back from the ICU,” when I was told she was not expected to make it through the night. CASE #2: “I hope my marriage gets better,” after one more heart wrenching  fight with my husband.   Out