Thoughts About Alignment and Our History

In the coaching world we hear a lot about alignment. Aligning your business to the market, your relationship to your partner, your desires to your actions.

For my part of the world it is aligning all parts of your life to each other. Hence, the all inclusive Life Coach. I often question things like is your business in alignment with your values? Are you putting your energy into the things that make you happy? And of course, spoken of on the website, who wrote the life you are living?

These are big questions. They deserve attention. They deserve your time. They deserve a safe, non-judgmental place in which to explore them. You deserve that.

I’m going to take it down to the picture on this page, my Phoenix. When I removed her from the website to follow the alignment of my business life to me, I lost something. I lost part of my history. That is also something that deserves a place in our lives.

Not the stories, but what it has meant to us. The lessons we have learned. The joy we have had. The place it has served in our lives. We leave behind things that trigger, that weren’t ours to start, but we maintain our history.

So, here is her story in my life. She was virtually screaming to be remembered and honored.

To me, the Phoenix here is not about rising from the ashes, although at the time she was gifted to me I was doing just that. She is joy. She is “The Dancing Phoenix” of life. She is a symbol of the unexpected gifts. The ones that last, not the trinket. The joy in each moment that add up over time to our lives.

She was a gift given to me by a very talented and complicated person, in a very complicated friendship that spanned years until her passing. I was designing my very first website. It was the early 2000’s and I needed a logo for the holistic practice that was my only focus back then. There were conversations; ones on what type of logo, how flexible should it be, etc. There were philosophical conversations; what would it mean, how should it feel. Then she said, “Please, can I make this for you?” And behold my Phoenix became real.

It has been over 20 years now. She has changed colors for some things, toned down to a watermark for others. The most important thing is every time I look at her, I remember my friend. I see the gift. I see the joy. I see the beauty of creation.

That deserves to be honored. She will forever remain “The Dancing Phoenix” symbol of joy, and my friend Annette.

I would love to hear about the things in your history that deserve to be honored.

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