Self-leadership en action

  • The word is free

    Only 4 letters, and a specific echo in my head, I’m free. It may not look like it. I have the same chains around my ankles, the same heavy weights to carry. Chains built by societies, chains inherited from my past actions, and a weight still crushing my heart some…

  • When in the moment is not to be in?

    Can you be in the moment, surrounded by people and incapable to connect? Can this still be in the moment? Is it incapable or just another way to connect with the moment? A bit like that fish on the wall, above the chimney – except that you’re alive and breathing…

  • Un jour sans collants…

    Un jour d’automne sans collants et les jambes qui caillent… J’en fait quoi ? De la laine pour des bas ? Et binh non, à la rigueur une épreuve cérébrale, un chrono à qui marche le plus vite, un exercise de mode aux jambes les plus blanches possibles… Un moment…

  • When the moment is taking you away

    Night time. As I walk past this big tree I hear them, all the birds chatting away, telling each other the stories of their day. I sit and close my eyes. It’s better than Start Trek transporter. My own little transporter, closing my eyes, taking a breath, opening my ears.…

  • There is always a key…

    … In the learning. Here you are trusting a situation, assessing progress, making it steps by steps, your mind and spirit into it. And pang, just like that, a slap in your face… A comment completely unexpected telling you your initial assumptions about how to trust the situation are not…

  • Une histoire de passés

    Il y a des passés qui s effritent, d’autres qui s’oublient, et d’autres qui rayonnent, qui se pointent un bout du nez importun à n’en faire qu à leur tête. Va savoir donc pourquoi… ce sont toujours ces passés là qui chantent comme des sirènes au fond d’une mer.