I was invited to walk, talk, listen, and be amongst giants on a hike I took a few months ago. Giant redwoods are fat and stocky, and their roots spread out wide amongst the forest's surface, entangling with other plant life as they lived in harmony. The enormity of their body beside mine made me feel small, yet I occupied a space of dignity.

I invite you to come with me as I explore a question that bubbled up in a supervision session. The question was: what does freedom look like or feel like when I trust the unfolding of a directee’s story? It’s fascinating, eventually there was a shift where the question became about the unfolding of my own story while on a walk during my silent retreat.

My journey recently has taken a side road, more like a cul de sac with grief. My grandma passed away in early September. It was somewhat surprising and somewhat expected but neither of these truths make the grief more or less painful.