Every new idea is a blasphemy”
Bertrand Russell

For many years I had to learn to evolve my conversations with others to really meet them in the indefinable places they were finding themselves. I couldn’t insist on clinging to one identity and say to people “you must talk with someone else for that aspect of your experience” It was my job to open up and keep opening up to evolve myself so that I was able to participate in the conversations my clients were longing to have.

Every era creates a conversation to match the times we are facing. In the 80s it was coaching, before that it was mentoring, and for a hundred years before that it was models of individual psychology or therapy.

Each of these wonderful conversations was developed to meet the challenges of our times and continues to be of great benefit.

Each time we develop a new form of conversation, we train individuals to be able to offer that form in the best way we can. It is a form of curating. In doing so we are saying if this is what ails you, here is a solution.

The work of a contemplative companion is the work of serving humanity. It’s a conversation that says, “This conversation is untethered from corporate interests, is not trying to prove our worth. It is not cut off from the big and compelling issues of our age. This conversation acknowledges that in the world right now at any moment we are in dialogue. People and other species are suffering in all forms. Resources are not evenly distributed, and trust in our institutions: religious, corporate and political, is fragmenting.”

Spirit says “ when I find peace everything falls into place”.

We offer a form of dialogue to any individual who is seeking meaning or depth.

Companions themselves have been through a rigorous three year journey that began with their own sense of being on the edge of something.

Trained and qualified in some of the conversations I previously spoke about, the existential journey that have undertaken, allows them to humbly offer a companionship to anyone else that feels a calling they cannot easily name.

Losing its name

A river

Enters the sea

By john Sandbach