Following is from a post by Dave Buck on his blog at Coachville http://www.coachville.com/2013/03/18/guru-flu-epidemic/(Cocheville is one of the first Coach training Online course started by the now departed Thomas J. Leonard, an Icarus I might portray in Icaresques soon). Apart from being a call to action for “real Coaches”– because, truly, authentic coaches, more often than not, suck at self-promotion and need some training (the intended aim of Dave’s article); you, coachees (prospective) or chance visitors, can learn a lot about what coaching is not and therefore what “true” coaching can offer (in bold). I leave it to Dave… Continue reading
I think we have had enough of ourselves
dashing about and posing in sweet entropy.
You were the Ace of Cups
sitting there at the end like a period,
or a new sentence,
or a death sentence.
I have exhausted my organs
in vitriolic distinctions and
My body is writ with your pictures
like the valleys of Nazca,
you have carved me
with your hummingbird,
and I am staring at the blood
running down my hands
at our gasps and entreaties and
Just war with me, won’t you?
I beg you to plot against me.
Position your pieces and topple me,
because once you rid yourself of the
you will be victorious.
Don’t deny me.
Just give me this one favor;
attack, and rip, and chew, and kill.
Otherwise all my fancies
fly away like Icarus
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If only Icarus were amongst us still
At the circus of the earth, he’d tell us
What it’s like at the circus
of the air. Above
At the circus below
Down there, I’d tell him: Icarus!
Earthbound, I clown with other
We pretend we can fly, we teach it
We pretend we take leaps of
Faith. The fact is, bird:
We’re afraid of flyin’
If only Icarus could tell us, clowns,
The winged existence he promised,
No point of no return deliverance,
We’d surely prepare our nest escape
Only in my dreams do I break free
from the tyranny of Gravity
in perfect celestial timin’
I’d catch the cosmic flyin’
Kairos: The Entry Point
But I wake up clownishly asleep
Icarus did not his promise keep
Wingless still, I’ll have to wing it
If only ‘carus were truly a bird,
Curse of curses I ceaselessly curse,
Aloft, he’d come back swiftly to
For a bird of the air shall carry
And that which hath wings shall tell
Only 3 months in the Blogosphere and I can already appreciate and benefit from the power of blogging. I started a blog because it seemed to me the most authentic way to promote my work: prospective clients could get to know me before engaging in a coaching process or coaching program and decide if working and playing with me will be of value for them. “Authentic”, here, is more a function of resonance than getting full knowledge of the facts, at this stage. Continue reading