The graceful art of listening.   

And the beautiful flight of a pair of geese as my messengers today (Tuesday, as I write). 

I love life stories.   I love to listen to them, write them, read them, reflect on the wisdom they hold, ponder the lessons they contain, relish the way they are filled with purpose, witness the perfection in how they have unfolded exactly as they have, coach and teach how to reframe them, weave them with visual metaphors, thread them with nature’s profoundness.  

I love to use words to inspire people to not give up, to see life is miraculously beautiful, to not fear life’s design that continually walks us up spiral staircases of transformation, to offer a legend for maps based on what I found helpful walking my own life trail.   On a daily basis I am wowed by messengers and synchronicity that has been so significant in me flowing with the river of life with greater ease, I yearn to pay it forward so that others can experience their own smoother flow no matter how turbulent the current comes to be. 

I love to hear and see people.   I love to hear and see people who are feeling unheard and unseen.  Who doubts they should be heard and seen.   Who perceives they should hide from being heard and seen.  Whose pain and grief are too hard to be heard and seen.   Like my yearning to teach the magical wows that life holds, so too, is my yearning to foster unconditional listening within and to each other. 

I love to create.   I love to gather ideas and experiment and implement steps towards a vision.   And multi-task and continually learn new things and discover and experience variety, simultaneously.   The gift of loving to create to fuel the loves mentioned above. 

The curse of loving to create to fuel the loves mentioned above is a little three letter gremlin that spells n.o.w.   Now!  (smile)

For several days now I have been listening to my body, particularly my shoulders (because yes, the graceful art of listening includes how the body speaks).    I have felt a slight tightening when thinking of what I would write for The Caterpillar, the Swan, and the Graceful Art of Listening.  

An inner whisper has been nudging the content isn’t aligned to the three days/ week cadence you are aspiring to achieve. 

An inner whisper has been nudging focus on completing your manuscripts; they need your writing energy. 

An inner whisper has been nudging, there is a legend to provide for that map, a “how-to” nibble out of the cocoon, how to begin pecking through the eggshell, the multitude of ways to listen, like you are doing now questioning what needs to change with “The Caterpillar, the Swan, and the Graceful Art of Listening”

As I went for a run in Nature (another way that I am able to best listen for affirmation or clarity – running and nature) I felt the inner whisper was trying to say once/ week not three.

After the run, as the girls and I were driving home, two geese were standing in the road.  As we neared, the rose and began flying, straight ahead of us in the lead.   Follow your true north, they messaged.   Follow your true north compass.  Follow what you are hearing in that nudging.  

They then banked left, dipped lower in flight, and then began to rise again before they were out of sight.  They had a plan to affirm I had heard them, though.   As we pulled into the driveway, they came circling over us and then flew away.    We had arrived home, and I could

Trust the home of your heart in what it is speaking.   It always knows true north. 

Follow the true north of your creativity through the dips, rises, circles, and seeking where you want to build your nest for growing new beginnings.  

The graceful art of listening.   

And the beautiful flight of a pair of geese as my messengers.

So, dear readers, you may not see The Caterpillar, the Swan, and the Graceful Art of Listening three times per week, but you will continue to receive inspiring words in navigating transformation and the art of listening every other week.   

Thank YOU for dipping, rising, and circling with me!