The morning after storm Corrie passed through, my neighbour went out for a run to examine the impact. Her verdict? Carnage. She’d used a similarly potent word after storm Arwen but on my usual walks after that weather event, I’d only been slightly hampered by occasionally having to clamber over or duck under a fallen […]
When coaching clients review our work, I ask them what is changing in: their perceptions, thinking and actions? their relationships and conversations? their impact in their system? The inquiry is deliberately wide-ranging. The purpose is to invite clients to take stock and to explore their evolution in the context of coaching, whilst taking into account
Transitioning into 2021, I’m thoughtful about loss. In a Christmas letter to friends, I wrote that the very fabric of my life was dismantled in 2020. I know I’m not alone in this and share the following reflections in case they’re relevant to others. Fabric offers a rich metaphor. The structure of (traditional) cloth
For nearly twenty years I lived next to a factory. For most of that time, a rhythmic whisper of working machinery accompanied my daily life, punctuated by a piercing bell that signalled a change of shift every eight hours. A couple of years ago the plant fell silent as production relocated to a nearby town.