Dear Diary

The birds are singing, I hear baby birds cheerfully singing tunes and together their songs are interlaced creating a masterpiece.

When did I first start paying attention and taking notice?

When did I wake up early of my own accord and feel excited at the prospect of just listening to the bird song?

When did I become present to the present moment?

I would say it started a long time ago, but this intentional learning journey began in February of 2020.

In late 2018 when I very nearly thought I would no longer be here.

In late 2005, when I participated in an experiential transformational education.

And when I was old enough to pick and choose books from my parents bookshelf.

Books opened up my eyes to new perspectives and little did I know that would be the foundations of who I have now become and who I know myself to be.

I’m not the smartest forty year old out there and I was never the smartest kid in school. I always felt slightly different and like I didn’t belong. I had trouble with pronouncing words I saw for the first time, my dad must have realised early on he would need to help and guide me.

My dad encouraged me to write letters to my extended family from about the age was of 10. This was the beginning of expressing myself and learning through repetition. It was artistic and creative and I couldn’t get marked high or low on a letter. It was genius really. He was instilling confidence in me. He was saying the more you practice, the better you’ll get.

When I was younger we would have spelling bees at the dining room table. It was great and the older I got the less we did this but I saw him repeat this with my siblings.

He would make me read the newspaper out loud to him. At that time I wanted to be a news broadcaster so he encouraged me to read like a tv news broadcaster.

He took me to the public library with him every other Saturday to stay and wander the shelves, read and borrow books. They were peaceful and for a little kid a wonderland of discovery, hunting for the next treasure.

When I was about 12, I can remember sourcing a lot of self help books on mum and dads bookshelf and I read each and every one of them.

Little did they or I realise the impact of all these little ways they were helping and guiding me to become this human being?

How will you turn the microscope on you and find these kinds of nuggets for yourself about your own life?

For me it took a committed listener, a collaborative community, mentorship and coaching, help and guidance, training and education.

Through the site you can click any link to subscribe to a series of beginner training. Exactly where I got my start.