What’s this about?

“What, if anything, do you know about Go Deep Fly High?”

I asked this question in my recent survey to my facebook followers – and the answers are unsurprisingly diverse.

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This is the question I keep asking myself.

To be honest, I was secretly hoping to find some answers in the survey. What I read in the answers was ‘nothing’, ‘not much really’, ‘something about inspiration’, ‘wonderful coaching’, ‘your heart’s project’…

The entrepreneurs and marketeers in and around me tell me to narrow my message down and ‘niche it out’ — be clear and be concise. 

I won’t do any of that in this post, I will be authentic and open and chatty – which is what my heart project is fundamentally about. Heart open and true to self.

Go Deep Fly High is my practice.

The expression of my purpose.

It’s my first book, and all the books after it.
It’s my personal development workshops that I design and run.
It’s hours and hours of individual coaching and processing with beautiful souls who want to see clearer and live fuller.
It is a yoga programme for adults, and one for kids… maybe also one for elders.
It’s a spiritual practice… with incense sticks, yoga mats, meditation, crystals, chanting and all the woowoo stuff that feels like home.
It’s a book club on those books I read and quote because they make so much sense to me.
It’s a bottomless repetition of those inspirational quotes and poems that have been going around for centuries
It’s a beautiful trauma recovery retreat space for all of us who need a raw out to heal and breathe for a bit. Just breathe again.
It’s a community of people coming together and having conversations that matter.
It’s storytelling; a growth environment and a curiosity-fed celebration of humour and learning.
It’s a travel agency that encourages those who want to be encouraged to climb that mountain, or take that midweek, mid-afternoon nap.
It’s a vegan lunch place and a garden café.
It’s a nature reserve bustling with butterflies and bees and wildflowers.
And it is an activist organisation doing its share on keeping fellow humans and all other species and plants safe and sound.

Go Deep Fly High is work in progress.

Connect to your core, live your purpose.

Who is it for? 

Oh ‘find your niche’ they keep saying, the marketeers and entrepreneur mentors, the experienced and the professionals. Be specific. Be clear. Be focussed.
And then be loud about it.

I’ve been working on defining ‘my niche’ for the past six years, believe it or not.
Who is my niche? Who do I work with?

I work with

The dreamers caged in the rational rut.

The idealists burned out in corporate suits.

The travellers stuck in one place.

The regular person living the regular life, with an inkling that regular isn’t quite enough.

Those of us for whom ‘everything is ok’ but somehow not really.

The mothers drowning in maternal bliss and exhaustion. 

The unmarried wives and the childless mothers who never imagined coming home to an empty house at the age of 42.

The lost, who want to be found. 

The busy, wanting time. 

The stressed, wanting calm. 

The leader, wanting to be heard.

The follower, wanting to stand in authenticity. 

The hurt, wanting to heal.

The passionate whose fire is burning low.

The creative, craving expression.

The pacifist, who wants to stand up for themselves without hurting others. 

The heartbroken, wanting to let go of what not longer is. 

The disillusioned, who wants to fathom the courage to start over. 

My niche could be any of these as I am all of these, apart from the enchanted exhausted mother. My story fits into all these descriptions in one way or the other, which makes me compassionate and passionate about us all. 

I work with ‘wanters’ like myself, people who want, yearn, dream, desire, and who are excited about taking steps towards their want, and who are willing to navigate the rough and wild seas and side roads of the unplannable journeys ahead with curiosity and open-hearts.

Hearts at peace.

That was my, what they called, stake in my leadership bootcamp back in 2013. After 10 months training and going inward, with 4 weeks of in-person retreats, my stake, relating to my life purpose (yes, we work on those in my field of practice) boiled down to:
“Hearts at peace. Hearts at peace can’t fathom hurting themselves, each other or the home planet and its fellow inhabitants.”

So who am I and what makes me Go Deep and Fly High? 

I’m the regular and privileged 40-something who believes in steering the sails of her life’s ship herself, and whose ship has not found that home harbour yet.
I’ve learned that sailing is a doddle and a dream on smooth weather days, and that it is close to a battle of surrender and courage when the seas are stormy and harsh.

I was doing it all, life, the right way with a good dose of revolt and resistance all along. I grew up in a nice family with its family stories, I went through classic schooling with satisfactory success and way too many questions and frustrations. I studied communications for management in Paris for lack of finding anything that sounded right to me at the age of 19. I was lucky enough to be able to interlace my life’s obligatory conditioned steps with sabbaticals and travels every now and then, which instantly became my actual and most rewarding studies.

And I finally, to everyone’s relief, got a proper job in 2002. I also got the car. The mortgages. The apartment. I got the big fridge to hold enough food to feed the family I was going to have.

The family never came, it just didn’t happen and those are other stories; then I went vegan and no longer needed the fridge at all. 

I no longer really needed any of it because I realised I was living the right life and doing the right things – alone – feeling unfulfilled. And utterly bored.

The good job had given me as much as it could; a tag in society, safety, something to do, income, learnings, friends, some successes, lots of experience and a burnout.

And then came my turning point

I got a rather painful professional asskick… and mid-air, with an instinct of soul survival of which I still don’t quite know where it came from, I decided to fly instead of fall. 

I hired a coach, I became a coach, I learned to be a yogi and a massage therapist and a group facilitator, I became a growth junkie. I met weird and amazing healers on my journeys through lessons and countries, and I got to meet: me. 

I am Laura.

I am passionate about living this life as we know it, to keep expanding our horizons in self awareness and relationship, and building on all the personal development strides we do: CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN and make dreams come true.

It will always be a practice of surrender and courage, of leaning in and letting go – and I now know that it is a path we must each walk ourselves, but we needn’t walk alone. 

I join people on parts of their journey, and I bring with me a bag of stories, skills, delight and devotion.

Go Deep Fly High.

We are here for a split second, let’s live out loud and drop dead alive when we do.

‘I will teach him to ride a bike’

a beautiful reminder that we are in this together. in simple acts of kindness coming from our big open hearts.
person to person. heart to heart.

 

My heart and arms have this often insufferable yearning to wrap everyone who is hurting, and scared, and lost into them, scoop that little boy up out of his fear and give him a cuddle, teach him how to ride a bike and learn another language from him… him and everyone else.

Looking at the big, yes gigantic, picture is such an overwhelming thing to do, and it can give me a feeling of being so very helpless. 

The thing is, we are not helpless.

While we can’t be everywhere right now, let us remember that there are people right there, right now, brave and generous souls doing their very best to ease that mess that humanity keeps putting itself into,
and it has been brought forward to me that the frontline needs to know that we are right here, right now, too, on our own frontline, DOING OUR BIT to ease us back into to peace – helping from wherever we are.

So yes, on this sunny day in safe Luxembourg, or wherever we are, let’s remember that we have it in us to make a difference, in whichever way of the millions is available to us right now – and sometimes it is all in ‘just’ a smile, a warm look into someone’s eyes, a helping hand, a loving text message. And in times when even that is a struggle, let us remember to self care – because some days are just like that.

‘Put your own mask on, then help others.’
Put it on, then HELP.

Thank you little Alex, and everyone else who does, for triggering us the way you do.
x

 

nothing will change unless we change something we do daily

‘You will never change your life until you change something you do daily.
The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.’

– John C. Maxwell


 

When contemplating the über-concept of ‘world peace’, I can’t help but wonder that We will never change the way the world is turning until we change things we ALL do daily. The secret to peace is found in our daily routines.

In the times when I choose to observe the ways of our modern societies, my heart breaks – I know I am not alone in that one, either.

And I am getting very very tired of the way we behave.

So tired of the glorification of busy, the stern tone and ‘serious’ talk that comes with politics, corporations, life.
So tired of finger-pointing.
So tired of mass outrages and following what we all, as a whole, seem to agree to be ‘reality’, a reality that at the same time leaves us burned-out, stressed, lonely, sick, unproductive, and frightened when we are at our worst – which, also, for some reason just seems to be the accepted ‘how it is’, a place to ‘deal with’.

What I have come to observe, in a caricature but respectful nutshell:

  • Something horrific happens. We are shocked. Someone must be blamed. Blamed for the action, for letting it happen, for not preventing it.
  • We get outraged, at how awful the world has become, at how hopeless and how evil man is.
  • Facebook develops a temporary profile picture, slogans and icons appear within hours of the event, for us all to unite in solidarity, to show we care – because, that I believe, we truly do.
  • The news and the stories that emerge become our topic of conversation for a few days; we’re terrified, and also relieved that it didn’t happen to us. We feel with the victims, and consider our own luck, make resolutions to live life fuller – for we never know which moment may be the last…

And, as time goes on, pretty soon we go back to normal again – and luckily so, we could not carry the burden of all injustice and terror of the planet with us all the time.

Back to normal, until the next time something we decide is awful makes the headlines. And we go through it all again.

HOW are we agreeing to the ‘way this is done’? Clearly it is not working, we’re going round in circles. And it is exhausting us.
What is the paradigm, the thought acceptance, that needs shifting?

May I join those who suggest that MAYBE all this is not just a result of ‘others’ being evil, others doing or not doing their job?

Maybe, MAYBE, we are all to blame, maybe we are all feeding this system?

I dare say, we even enjoy it. I’ll be so blunt as to hold up a mirror:

  • we watch murder mysteries, read crime novels and play combat games – FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT!
  • the most explicit headlines sell best, BECAUSE WE BUY THEM. We devour the gory details and we watch, ‘like’, share and talk about them all the time, granted, often behind the shield of ‘outrage’ and ‘protest’ and ‘sadness’ and ‘news’!
  • we judge each other and ourselves, we are constantly in competition for what is ‘the truth’, the ‘right way to do things’, ‘the only belief system that matters’.
  • and yes, every day we all support imprisoning fellow living beings of the planet in the most disgraceful of conditions for them to then be slaughtered – so that we can eat them in quiche and with barbecue sauce, fashion them to be worn on our feet as shoes, and we carry all our stuff around in their skins as handbags.

This list is endless… and so ‘normal’ it is hardly questioned!

We are blindly feeding our system in our every day routines with the very evil we condemn!

Once again, I can’t help but think that our solution may be simple. And we’re ignoring it because a part of us enjoys it.

Maybe the concept of peace is not a complicated top down strategy that is to be designed, negotiated, ruled, controlled by others?

To be fair, the way we all talk about ‘peace’ is so intricate, so many intertwined threads of belief systems, historic events and ego trips, it is really difficult to understand what is going on. I know that the way I am writing is simplified, possibly naïve. And deliberately so.

I am tired of the way we over-complicate things, it clouds the essence of what is important. Let’s give ourselves a break, we sure deserve it!

My ongoing thought keeps emerging: what if we all took better care of ourselves, and made sure that OUR OWN HEART WAS AT PEACE before finger-pointing at all the others?
If we were really at peace, would we even fathom hurting ourselves, our fellow inhabitants or the planet we call home the way we’re doing it?

Of course it would mean taking personal responsibility, and making a few changes to our own ‘known comfort’.

The big bad system is too big a project to tackle individually, but so long as we finger point to it and behave as victims, we shed the very ownership we actually, desperately need to take!

It is time to change our perspective of ‘world peace’ as being a board room summit topic to it being a daily individual inner strive.

Individual ownership in everyday lives brings it home… breaking down a huge insurmountable project into lots of little do-able ones, so to say.

Let’s get going. Or, let’s keep it up, whichever applies to you! We’re in it together.

We will never change the way the world is turning until we change things we all do daily.
The secret to pea
ce is found in your daily routines.

 

Food for thought x


 

Want peace? Start with your plate and shoes…

I think, if we want to have peace, we need to start with our plate and shoes.

Friends, I have a confession to make:

The fact that we eat animals breaks my heart.

For more reasons than the hurt we cause them and our health, I believe how we treat animals is an expression of our relationship to each other as a whole.

Peace begins with your plate and your shoes

Cattle in the field

I try to keep quiet and not be that ‘annoying vegetarian’ at dinner conversations with my take on my ‘diet’…
I am always grateful to anyone who goes out of their way to make me a special dish when I’m invited, and I’ll politely reply, because often asked, ‘No, not even fish. No animals‘.

Sometimes, when I feel confident enough to be outspoken, I add, “Nothing that experiences fear of death and runs or swims for their life when they feel in danger.”

I’ve also taken to find an excuse to leave the table, or conversation, when ‘how I like my meat best‘ is discussed – because I have come to find it hard to bear.

What makes me think I must be ‘politely’ quiet about something that actually breaks my heart the more I read, see and think about it?

I stay polite to not upset the comfort of the widely, yet in my mind blindly, accepted norm.

To me, this ‘norm’ of ours, of eating and wearing animals, that I also grew up with and did not question at all until just a few years ago, IS AN ABSOLUTE DISGRACE TO MANKIND!

Alas, I am part of this abominable system, most of us are, because it is EVERYWHERE, as I realised once I started looking at what I consume daily, thoughtlessly.
And slowly, but surely, I am breaking away from it by sheer disgust.

See, one day it just clicked for me.
One day I truly realised what I knew: ‘meat’ comes from living beings, like ourselves and our house pets that we are so fond of, ‘meat’ is creatures with a life and a survival instict, like ours… who experience fear and will run to save themselves!

And it is now paining me to be confronted with dead animals prepared as ‘food’.

To me, the ‘meat’ industry is just too cruel to support – yes, I’ll take it a step further:

in my eyes it is hypocritical to finger point at the world in outrage demanding for crime and cruelty to stop, while ‘growing’, slaughtering and consuming animals en masse the way we do.

Peace starts at home.
In everyday gestures and habits.
Let’s be kind.

This is a perspective I offer, food for thought.
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