Perfection/Letting go

I find it very interesting that “perfection” and “letting go” are placed in the same category in Chinese medicine.
If we are call the process of growth, the process of perfection, then the Western world we believe that process is additive.
So if we want to grow we must do more things, sign up to that fitness class to lose weight, learn a language…whatever it is, growth to our minds means doing more.
But do we actually grow from doing more?
And I mean personally and inalterably change for the better?
Perhaps perfection could lie in letting go of our criticism, like how the trees release their autumn leaves, our rush to go go go.
Maybe if we were more relaxed and trusting, not thinking from a place of should, could, would, or must, the changes could be more profound than we could realise.
That’s it for today.
Much love!


For some of those born in 1996, 1987, 1978, 1969, 1960,1951 or 1942 they have what is called the bamboo personality.
Like the bamboo they are very flexible and adaptable, having a talent to deal with change, travel and especially different personalities.
But because of this natural flexibility it means they are prey to influence which greatly affects their decision making .
They’ll hear what their friends have to say and be more indecisive because of the numerous opinions, or they’ll make up their mind, see a friends raised eyebrow and then back off from that choice.
The solution?
Make the decision anyway.
Bamboos are flexible, as I said, to change. So they can be quick on their feet – easily thinkĀ  a contingency plan should anything go wrong, and if that plan fails they can think of Plan C, Plan D, maybe even all the way down to Plan AZ.
There are various other solutions as well, so if you’d like more coaching, then please take a look at my appointments and fees or contact me at
Much love!

A heavy load…

There’s this story of a traveling Buddhist monk, who was sent off from the monastery with one bag and told never to open it until it became too much.

“Fine,” he thought to himself. “More mumbo jumbo. I hate this place anyway.”

He began to walk down the mountain, through the most beautiful meadows, the most luscious pine forests, streams laughed and sparkled at him, but…

“Why does this mountain smell like shit?!!”

At the bottom of the mountain he stopped among the simple huts of some village. He dropped the bag to rest.

“Eugh. Smells like shit.”

So he went on wards to another village, more sophisticated than the last with cobbled streets, buildings built much higher. But that too stunk to high heaven.

And on wards and on wards he went, still complaining of the smell of shit.

It wasn’t until after several years had passed that he decided to open the bag.

He found shit.

What do you think this story is a metaphor for?

Much love!




Philosopher’s forehead

Do you consider yourself a thinker?
Are you interested in philosophy? Or the deeper mysteries of life?
If you notice the curved lines in the upper corners of this gentleman’s head, they the signs of an expansive mind.
Not only is a serious thinker, he’s open minded overall, not limited to rules or linear thinking.
So instead of deliberating over tiny steps this man can make leaps, teaming the logical and the intuitive to arrive at a solution.
If you don’t have these curves in your hairline and you consider yourself a thinker, there’s another (obvious) element that could contribute to this nature:
Having a broad and/or tall forehead.
A prominent forehead is a sign of someone who likes to ponder ideas, who may explore philosophical theories for fun.
Does this sound like you or anyone you know?
Much love!
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