The Journey: Meeting A Soul Coach

I MET A SOUL COACH TODAY

A first for me. I don’t know about you, but I have never heard of a soul coach. I’ve heard of many life coaches; I even know a few; but a soul coach? Color me curious.

Out walking Ms. Maggie this afternoon, heading south, a short walk to the Spiritual Center which borders the school where I work/reside. When we arrived a man I know, only to wave to, was just walking out the front door, preparing to get into his car.  He waved, I waved, and he changed his mind about leaving and strolled towards me.

The aforementioned soul coach, and what an incredible breath of fresh air he was.

It was like meeting a twin with regards to one’s outlook about life.

Turns out he is the owner of the property where the spiritual center sits, but he is not associated with the spiritual dogma.  He is, was, and I suspect will be, like talking to myself about the heavy matters of life.  In fifteen minutes we easily strolled through topics of spirituality, true happiness on earth, and finding our inner light no matter what it takes to do so.

In fifteen minutes!  Can you imagine what we could have accomplished in an hour?

Maybe I will share more of that conversation with you at a later date, but my main reason for mentioning this is we met and had a scintillating conversation because we were both willing to wave, smile, and take a chance with a stranger. I’m telling you this, in all seriousness, we need . . . we . . . need . . . to set aside the cell phones, stop with the social media for an hour a day, and actually speak, face-to-face, with real people, preferably someone we do not know.

We are social animals, and we need to be social.

Anyway, some of you are curious about the nature of a soul coach.  To my best understanding, a soul coach helps you to discover your true self. What is it which will truly make you happy? Are you on that path and, if not, why not and how do you get on that path.  It is a life coach with an emotional scalpel, to my creative mind.

It begins with the premise that your soul, or your higher self, knows the answer to the tough questions of life, and a soul coach helps you to get in touch with your higher self.  The phrase “knowing your truth” stems from the soul coach movement.

An example, you ask?

I’ve lived the example you want. Coming out of college, I had no desire to go into the business world. I wanted to be a sports writer, a journalist, the desire to write was strong within me at the age of twenty, but I was thrown a curveball with the death of my father, then I settled in to make a living and support my mother, and once she remarried I married, raised a family, worked long hours, chased the American Dream . . . and not once did any of it really make me happy. Not once did it satisfy the hunger I could not put a name to.

That hunger now can be called the Truth of Bill Holland, and it is much more in focus now.  And my adopting an intentional lifestyle is part of this truth as well . . . my traveling as much as possible is part of that truth . . . my wanting to live tiny, shrink my footprint on this planet, that is part of my trutho . . . and my writing, focusing my writing on matters of importance, that is my truth.

I believe, and call me crazy if you want, that our very survival as a species depends upon our ability to turn this mess around and rely on each other for mutually-beneficial solutions to problems, but we can’t even hope to solve problems in our own home, let alone in society, until we know our truth and our inner self.

Anyway, I met a soul coach today.  His name was Joel, and I am richer because of that meeting.

As a side note, I’m listening to The Youngbloods sing “Come Together.”.  Just an F.Y.I. And I just finished a blog post by my friend Melanie, from South Africa, and let me tell you, Mel has some powerful observations over on her site.  Today she was talking about the double standard which exists between men and women, specifically how women are expected to wear makeup, and how it is generally believed that women can only age gracefully if they attempt to prolong beauty, while men “look distinguished” with their grey hair and wrinkles, and I have to tell you, it’s the truth, friends.  I may be in the minority, but I have never liked the look of makeup on a woman. I would much rather see a woman in her natural beauty rather than a contrived one.

Melanie is her name, and you can find her Facebook page by following this link. I personally think it’s worth the time to visit this particular life coach.

BEV ASKED ME TODAY

“What’s your focus on, Bill?”  Right out of the blue, during a walk, randomness personified.  I like to work my way up to major discussions, a little lighthearted banter before firing the main guns; not Bev, she dives right in, no preamble, what’s your focus, big guy?

For the past year, my focus has been very clear, to support Bev on her PCT hike, and to become accustomed to living without the trappings of society, scale it all down to the basics.  But Bev is no longer hiking the PCT, I am quite accustomed to living without extras in a very small space, so Bev’s question is not without merit (how’s that for a double negative, Sister Catherine?).

Where do we go from here?  Bev admitted that she is still sorting it all out. She really doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up and yes, that was facetious, but you get the point.  And I’m just pushing aside the mental fog, ending my restlessness after the end of the PCT adventure, and seeing an outline of my future.  I’m really focused on the intentional community idea. I have no earthly clue where the money will come from, but that can be faced another day. Right now I’m just letting the idea ruminate in my brain, tossing noodles against the wall, watching a few of them stick, that sort of thing.

Still, I would like to travel more. I really want to go back to the Midwest, then the East Coast, meet more people, write more blog entrees, maybe even write a book only ten people will read.

It all seems muddled, but that’s all right. I’m just clearing my mind of the unnecessary and allowing ideas to smolder and incubate and grow at their own pace.  I have this niggling feeling in my brain that there is a huge movement underfoot; not yet defined and yet as inevitable as the tides, and I would like, in some way, to be a part of that movement.

If you were to ask me what that movement is I would not have an answer, but I am certain it exists. It is born out of frustration, angst, feelings of helplessness, feelings of incompleteness, feelings shared by, literally, millions of Americans . . . dare I say millions of Europeans and Australians and millions from all other corners of this sphere?

I want my voice heard. I want to be a part of something important. I want to make a meaningful impact which will help mankind.  Lofty?  Hell yes, but anything less than lofty is beneath me.  Get it?  A little play on words?  Beneath lofty?  Are you with me?

And yes, are you with me? I know, with most of you, I am preaching to the choir. I happen to hang with the cool kids, the kids who give a shit about the quality of life so yes, I know most of you are with me on this.

Anyway, Bev, that’s my focus, as unfocused as it is.

And I would love to hear from some of you reading this, what is your focus? What do you see as your future and is that consistent with your true self?  Email me at holland1145@yahoo.com, or message me on Facebook.  Just friends sharing important matters.