Encounter: To come upon or meet with, especially unexpectedly.
Recently, I was honored to welcome a new coaching client into a Space of Allowing.
It started with a Discovery Session, so called because it gives us each a chance to do lots of discovering about ourselves, each other, even coaching itself. In this first exchange, we are invited to meet ourselves and one another for the first time.
Such unexpected tenderness can arise in this disarming space between.
What are you longing for?
I relish these spaces – in fact, I noticed that, ahead of this call, there was a distinct buzz, a vibration in my energy, an anticipatory delight at what I always trust is possible in the field between us.
“When nothing is certain, everything is possible.” ~ Margaret Drabble
You see, there’s nothing rote, patterned, or predictable about coaching…not if you’re in it for transformation. It isn’t advice giving. It’s not a classroom where I’m the teacher or a board room where you’ve hired me to consult. I’m not in mentor-mode or licensed as a therapist. These are all identities along the helping/helping professional continuum, but coaching is its own space.
It’s a relationship of equivalence.
What happens when we sit here together?
It’s an emergent encounter where vulnerability, trust, and the courage to see and be seen are all welcome.
A space that allows:
Tenderness
AND
Fierceness
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Resting at the center
AND
Adventuring to the edges
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Discovering
AND
Remembering
Not combative, never confrontational, but courageous and curious…exploring the field we generate between us anew, afresh, for the first time – for indeed, it is the first time.
Thrilling.
For me, the coaching space is a shared field of wonder and adventure, created by we two in the moment of encountering ourselves in the presence of each other.
Radical allowing invites all aspects of our being to be heard, held, and honored.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” Coleman Barks’ translation of Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi
Won’t you meet me there sometime?
With love and allowing,
Nancy |
