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    Coaching Related Conversation Starters

    Notes Along the Way

    Longer form writing pieces about how I think about the choices I make and my perspective on life. These posts foucs on ideas and thoughts specific to how I think about holding spaces for folks.

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    A Random Collection

    on Medium

    I have thoughts and ideas to share about a varied of topics and frameworks that would clutter up Notes Along the Way. So, I drop them into Medium where they can find an audience and allow me to be heard.

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    Book: Wealth Codes

    Wealth Codes: Sacred Strategies for Abundance

    Chapter 17

    Cracking Open

    A small excerpt: “The fortress is mine. I built it. I maintain it. If I want out of this darkness, I’m going to have to unload and aerate it. I was the one I was sent to save, and it ain’t goin’ to be pretty.”

  • Black book coer with title "Rites and Rituals: Harnessing the Power of Sacred Ceremony" with a backlit pyrmid and fancy glowing lights.

    Book: Rites and Rituals

    Rites and Rituals: Harnessing the Power of Sacred Ceremony

    Chapter 4

    Can I Get a Witness?

    How often do you walk through the world feeling unseen? In all the chaos of making a life, many of us enter and leave rooms without being noticed. No one sees our moments of struggle as the cereal aisle overwhelms us, or when we correct an internalized negative thought, or when we rewrite some part of our story to become more whole. So much of the work we do remains unrecognized; for me, that's where rites and rituals come in.

  • The cover of the Sacred Rebel book.

    Book: Sacred Rebel

    Shaman Heart: Sacred Rebel

    Chapter 5

    Zombieville Crushed My Soul

    Even as I tried to claw my way out, I slogged through muck that suctioned away pieces and parts of my soul as I moved every day. I looked out at the world, knowing that fun and games were for anyone but me. I felt invisible. I walked through each day knowing my words didn’t matter, my perspective wasn’t worth knowing, and y’all would be better off if I was somewhere else.