Your weekly poem: ALONE—or no man’s an island?

Your weekly poem: ALONE—or no man’s an island?

by | Apr 3, 2026 | Coaching, Inspirational, Mental wellbeing, Poem, Spiritual

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

On this blessed Good Friday, Maya Angelou’s poem ALONE came to mind.

ALONE

🌻 Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.🌻

—Maya Angelou

 

Creative, resourceful, and whole

🪴 There’s a persistent belief in coaching—not sure where it originated—that clients are creative, resourceful, and whole.

I always struggled with that mantra, but it took me some time to figure out why.

It sounds amazing, and it’s one of those mantras we sure as heck want to be true. But the question is, is it?

Creativity and resourcefulness sit on a continuum—some have it more than others. But I do believe that we all carry a seed of both. How that seed develops, and how it shows up in action, will greatly vary…

Wholeness, on the other hand, is rooted in this modern-day thinking that we can be anything we want to be, and do anything we want to do, all on our own, if we only put our mind to it. Bollocks. No man is an island. And no talents are infinite.

Relational coaching practices try to tone this idea down by acknowledging the importance of the coach-client relationship, and the coach’s use-of-self as an instrument of change. And yet, we still hold on to the idea of “wholeness” as an individual trait, rather than a communal one.

Why are we so afraid to admit that each one of us has limits?
That no one can be everything to everyone.
That my talents have limits.
My creativity has limits.
My resourcefulness has limits.
My knowledge has limits.
My resilience has limits.

And once we accept that—that we, human beings, have limits—we start to understand that we can only become WHOLE with one another.

“No human being is ‘whole’ in and of itself”

🪴 And I’m not the first one to propose such a sacrilegious hypothesis. I attended a brilliant webinar on existential analysis by Kate Hammer earlier this year, in which she shared the following quote by existential clinical psychologist, psychotherapist, and close collaborator of Viktor Frankl—Alfried Längle, who said:

“According to existential analysis no human being is ‘whole’ in and of itself, even if healthy and with all drives satisfied. A human being as a person needs to transcend themselves and to turn to others (people, projects, tasks) in order to achieve existential fulfilment.”

Imagine my relief when I realised I wasn’t alone in my thinking. Which in itself proves Angelou’s point:

We need one another. We complement one another. We build on one another. We nurture one another. We protect one another. Fill in the blanks…

“Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.”

🪴 In today’s world, with the fires blazing across my beloved Middle East, Maya’s words pierce through the silence:

“Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.”

Man is no island. Mankind is a highly sophisticated root system—similar to the mycorrhizal network—a Wood Wide Web—or in our case, a Soul Wide Web: connected, woven like a tapestry. Because when it tears somewhere, everyone hurts…

📌 Your turn… 

  • What do you know to be your limits?
  • Who completes you? Go and be with them!
  • What completes you? Go and do it!

🦋 A blessed Good Friday everyone! 🦋

With love,

Dina 🫶🏽

 

PS : all em dashes are my own ;).

Resources:

  • This week’s song is The Power of Love, cover by Josh Krajcik

Your weekly poem: THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Your weekly poem: THE SOUND OF SILENCE

by | Mar 23, 2026 | Inspirational, Poem

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

THE SOUND OF SILENCE
—by Paul Simon (1964)

🌻 For copyright reasons, I’ve woven in only a few excerpts below.
For the full lyrics, check Paul Simon’s website 🌻

🪴 “Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again”

I have a lot of things I’d love to write about—but—somehow everything pales in the face of that crazy world we seem to live in right now. I feel I have nothing to say that hasn’t already been said—on this platform, or others—and yet…

🪴 “When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night
and touched the sound of silence”

Just like Simon’s neon light—sudden, violent, intrusive—here we are, witnessing the disruption of norms we once thought solid in the so-called “western” world. The irony… the hypocrisy…

I agonise at my own inability to bring about any meaningful change in a world led by leaders who have decided they are above all checks and balances—just because…

A world where leaders behave like kindergarteners—squabbling over “toys” while the “playground” burns…

So, while I’m not sure I have anything new to say… silence seems just as deafening—and damning.

🪴“Fool, said I, you do not know,
silence, like a cancer, grows”

I offer you these lyrics today as a reflection on what it means to be Human;
on what it means to live in a world where rule of law means little;
where international law is treated like toilet paper;
where respect for human life, human dignity, and morality are slogans to be branded only on those we deem worthy.

🪴 “And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they’d made”

Already in the 60s, Simon was warning us about living in a world that abandons genuine human connection and morality for the glare of superficiality, technology, and consumerism—the neon gods of the time… Lord only knows how many more neon gods we’ve made and worshipped since then…

🪴 “And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening”

We live in a cacophonous world.
So much noise, but no music.
So much talk, but no meaning.

A world that makes compasses turn round and round in frenzy for they can no longer find true North;
… forever lost in a world that holds no profound truths—for every man his own;
… blind to the everyday struggles of the ordinary man;
… blind to the brotherhood of man.

🪴 “And the sign flashed its warning (…)
the words of the prophets are written (…)
and whispered in the sounds of silence”

The world is ablaze, and we’re watching it unfold like a TV show.

My heart bleeds for the world we’ve created. One that believes there is good justification for the suffering we’re causing our fellow human beings and our planet Earth—our only human family and home. It also bleeds for I know I’m no innocent bystander…

🦋 Happy Sunday everyone 🦋

With love,

Dina 🫶🏽

PS : all use of em dashes are my own.

Resources:

  • This week’s song is obviously The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

Your weekly poem: CAGED BIRD—or the world of coaching in the advent of AI

Your weekly poem: CAGED BIRD—or the world of coaching in the advent of AI

by | Mar 13, 2026 | AI, Coaching, Poem

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

I’ve just come out of an Association for Coaching AI Virtual café session that left me feeling both angry and depressed… I will probably be writing an article about it at some point, but I’m not ready yet. What I can offer you today is raw. And then I remembered Angelou’s poem.

So, I’m offering you her poem as a way to express how I feel right now towards the coaching profession in general, and AI coaching agents specifically.

 

CAGED BIRD

🌻 A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 🌻

—Maya Angelou

 

Caged…

… in the belief that simulation is as good as reality. That placing words next to each other based on statistical probability is the same as two human beings making meaning together.

… in the belief that relationship is secondary. In the reduction of relational coaching to having a “nice relationship”—as if presence were decoration, only needed at the beginning of a session.

… in the doubt of our own value, experience, and humanity—so much so—that we think AI can emulate our “knowledge”, as if we were walking encyclopaedias to be downloaded for greater effect.

… in frameworks that have reduced coaching to a set of competency boxes to be ticked—and in the ensuing illusion that if AI can tick those same boxes, it must be coaching.

… even in our own tools and techniques, as if coaching were a set of formulaic transactions, processes and structures you download—rather than a way of being you spend a lifetime developing.

… in an illusion of false promises—calling it democratisation when it’s just cost-cutting dressed up as access—creating a caste system where those with least get the least.

… in the pretence of progress—at enormous environmental cost, in a world where millions still have no reliable internet connection to access the “solution” being sold to them.

Caged …

Caged …

I have no words of wisdom or hope to offer you today… except that I REFUSE to be caged.
I did not leave my golden cage to be entrapped in a bronze one—and nor have you.

I am the free bird.
I leap on the back of the wind
and float downstream
till the current ends
and dip my wing
in the orange sun rays
and dare to claim the sky.

Who are you? And what do you dare to claim?

 

🦋 Happy Sunday everyone! 🦋

With love,

Dina 🫶🏽

PS: I’m speaking my truth from a relational, Gestalt-informed tradition—and I’m well aware not everyone shares this frame.

Resources:

  • This week’s song is Freedom! ’90 by George Michael

“We’re not here to be quiet”—Your weekly poem on being REAL

“We’re not here to be quiet”—Your weekly poem on being REAL

by | Mar 6, 2026 | Coaching, Leadership, Mental wellbeing, Poem

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

REAL

🌻 I’ve cried when I’m happy
And cried when I’m sad
I’ve smiled through the good times
And smiled through the bad

I’ve screamed in excitement
I’ve screamed out in pain
I’ve gasped at the sunshine
And gasped at the rain

I’ve laughed when I’m nervous
And when I’m elated
I’ve sighed with contentment
And when I’m deflated

I’ve sung when I’m lonely
And sung in a crowd
I’ve shouted when angry
And when I’ve been proud

‘Cause whether we’re up
Or we’re riding a low
Our feelings are desperate
For somewhere to go

We can’t keep them trapped
And locked up in a cage –
They force their way out
‘Cause they need to escape

And sometimes we’re told
That emotions are weakness
That feeling is flawed
If we let it defeat us

But how can this be?
Surely this must be wrong
For what could be weak
About something so strong

Cannot be tamed
Can’t be kept down
And cannot be contained

So when you next shout
Or you laugh or you cry
You scream or you smile
Or let out a sigh

Whatever the reason
Just let yourself feel
We’re not here to be quiet –
We’re here to be real 🌻

—Becky Hemsley
published in “Letters from life”

🪴 Feelings want their rightful place

This week I had the pleasure of supporting John Leary-Joyce on his Gestalt Coaching foundation course, with a remarkably gifted group of participants.

The focus was on the coach’s use of self—showing up fully, bringing their own present-moment experience into the room as live data to facilitate the client’s own embodied experience. In other words: to feel alongside. To be real, together.

Becky’s poem captures something the Gestalt tradition has always known: that feelings want and deserve their rightful place—be it in a coaching relationship, at home, or at work.

🪴 Neither tidy nor optional

The poem is a great reminder of the power of feelings and their versatility.

I cry when I’m happy and when I’m sad.
I scream out of excitement or pain.
I sing when I’m lonely or overjoyed.

Whatever the context or reason, and however they show up, feelings allow us to be real.

Our emotions are neither tidy nor optional. They are relentlessly looking for a way out. And perhaps the most radical thing we can do—especially at work—is to stop pretending otherwise.

Which raises the question: how much space do we actually create at work for people to feel—and to be real—without panic?

For most companies I know, the answer is “very little space”, because emotions are messy, can be scary, and we don’t always know how to deal with them in ourselves, let alone in others…

You’d be surprised at the number of times I’ve had a manager come to me, in panic, because their employee cried during a check-in or a team meeting…

🪴 The paradox at the heart of it

The poem holds a paradox at its heart
—that the very thing we’re told makes us weak is the thing that makes us real;
—that the very thing we perceive as weak is in fact “so strong” it “cannot be tamed”, “be kept down”, or “be contained”.

Sometimes feelings arrive uninvited; they often refuse to be reasoned with; and they will inevitably find a way out—one way or another.

And yet we spend so much energy at work building walls around them.

I understand why—I really do.

But I wonder if those walls are the best way to create a healthy productive environment… or if they’re actually making things worse.

Because here’s the deeper paradox:

🪴 When feelings burst

The more an environment values “head” over “heart”, the more it encourages the stifling of feelings, and the more those feelings will eventually burst through in ways that are far more disruptive than if they’d been given space in the first place.

Unaddressed emotions don’t disappear. They calcify into disengagement, fear, absenteeism, and sickness.

That’s when managers start yelling at employees; employees burst out of meetings, punching a wall; colleagues stab each other in the back—and the rest burn out.

And, because we are ever so polite with one another
—either no one names what’s happening and the cycle quietly poisons the whole environment,
—or someone gets fired for ‘inappropriate behaviour’, only for the pattern to repeat somewhere else, with someone else.

This is the paradox Becky names—and one I work with companies to navigate every day.

It’s messy. And yet, putting our heads in the sand won’t make feelings go away.

(A note on context: I’m not suggesting every workplace becomes a therapy room, or that a surgeon pauses mid-operation to process their anger at their boss. There’s a meaningful difference between expressing feelings responsibly and being overwhelmed by them. What I am suggesting is that many workplaces seem to be allergic to emotion altogether.)

🪴 “How are you?”; “How do you feel?”

One of the things John challenges us on is finding different ways to ask someone—a client, a colleague—”How do you feel?” In fact, he bans the phrase from his foundation course. 😅

On the one hand, a question like “How are you?” has become a wall in itself—polite, well-meaning, and very easy to deflect.

But even a genuine “How do you feel?” is often met with “I’m not sure.” Why?

Because we’ve lost our connection to our body, and without that connection it becomes much more difficult to name our feelings—until suddenly one day, someone bursts into tears in a meeting or loses their temper with a direct report…

And this is precisely why learning to do better than “How are you?” or “How do you feel?” matters—because the first step to creating space for feelings is learning how to reach them.

🪴 So what might it look like in practice?

It starts with leaders who are willing to go first—who model what it looks like to be real, responsibly. When a leader normalises emotion, they give everyone around them permission to do the same.

And it starts small: a team meeting that opens with something other than the agenda; a culture that treats someone crying not as a crisis to manage, but as an opportunity to demonstrate curiosity and compassion; a colleague who says “You seem a bit down today” instead of “How are you?”.

None of this requires a therapist on staff. It requires a change in what we allow ourselves to notice, and what we choose to do with it.

🪴 So, two questions for you this Sunday:

📌 When was the last time you allowed yourself to express your true feelings—to be real?

📌 How else could you ask someone “How do you feel?” without using those words? I’d love to read your thoughts in the comments below 👇🏽.

And I’ll reveal some of John’s and my favourites in the comments once you’ve had your turn!

 

🦋 Happy Sunday everyone! 🦋

With love,

Dina 🫶🏽

Balthazar, the donkey

Picture of Balthazar: my new friend at SurVojo.ch and teacher of healthy emotional expression

Resources:

  • Where to visit Balthazar: If you live nearby Binningen (CH), you can visit Balthazar (and Fabian) at the Sur Vojo farm (survojo.ch). You will find two Grand noir du Berry there – Balthazar is the smaller one. The other, and much larger one, is Lotus. 
  • This week’s song is Aerials, cover by The Barefoot Movement


A donkey named Balthazar… and your weekly poem on SERENDIPITY

A donkey named Balthazar… and your weekly poem on SERENDIPITY

by | Feb 27, 2026 | Inspirational, Poem

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

Meet Balthazar. Yes, him, the donkey in the picture :)…

Balthazar, the donkey & Dina Sabry Fivaz

What was meant to be a short walk by myself turned into a two-hour stroll through the woods of Binningen with one of the most calm, curious, and empathetic creatures I’ve ever met.

Which is why this week’s poem is about SERENDIPITY.

I usually start with the poem and follow with my reflections.

But today, I want to tell you about Balthazar first.

🪴 Balthazar is a Grand Noir du Berry

(even though he’s rather “petit” for his breed).

He is 14 years old.

He is curious about the world and stops every now and then to notice things: a plane passing overhead, a group of children laughing, an old lady on a bench with her dog…

Oh—and he loves dogs. Totally unfazed by them, no matter their size. Trusting enough to let them come really close.

Horses, on the other hand, seem far more nervous when meeting him than he is when meeting them.

He is also the first donkey I’ve met who can walk for two hours without pulling me left, right, and centre to munch on a patch of grass.

His equanimity and soft character were quite something to witness.

  • Kids, no matter their age, were allowed to touch him without hesitation or worry.
  • He seemed to have trouble saying goodbye to the old lady on the bench with her dog. We had lingered so long; they’d become part of the herd.
  • And when I struggled to walk him down slopes (given my injured knee), he noticed and slowed down so I could keep my pace.

There are also a few things Balthazar doesn’t like.

He doesn’t like being touched on the face, even after he’s smelled your hand. After all: “we’ve literally just met”.

He doesn’t like being tapped on the back. He prefers long, gentle strokes across his neck and body.

And he doesn’t like it when things come from behind. So every biker, pedestrian, or car gets the right of way. He stops, waits until they’ve passed, and only then continues.
That’s how he knows it’s safe.

🪴 Now, how did Balthazar and I meet?

Serendipity, my friends!

I’ve been feeling unwell the past few days. But yesterday the sun was so lovely—not a single cloud in the sky—and the temperature was reminiscent of a warm spring day.

So I simply had to haul my butt off the couch and go outside.

My hope was to take a walk with my husband. But he had already left for his own walk, which I was initially very disappointed about.

So I pondered my choices: 

  • continue vegetating on the couch, or
  • go outside and see how far I could get with my half-baked knee and cold-filled head.

I chose the latter.

Halfway up the hill, I notice a gentleman with a donkey.

His beauty was astounding (the donkey’s that is!).

So I stopped and watched him—still the donkey!—for a little while. Then I kept going.

Given my slow pace, Fabian (the caretaker) and Balthazar soon caught up with me.

Now those of you who know me know that I love talking to strangers. So I started chit-chatting with Fabian and asking about his donkey.

After a while, I thanked him for the conversation, wished them a lovely walk, and continued on.

A few seconds later, Fabian stops and says:
“Would you like to walk Balthazar?”

And the rest is history.

A short introduction.
A few simple instructions.

And suddenly, here I am—walking the loveliest donkey, having a relaxed conversation with his kind caretaker, on a beautiful spring day, through the stunning fields and woods of Binningen, for a full two hours.

I even got to take Balthazar back home to his farm and say goodbye.

The best part?

Halfway through our walk, I could tell we were both getting comfortable with each other.

He allowed me to nudge him forward when I knew he was safe—and he trusted me to make that judgement.

He allowed me to guide him across manhole covers—something he dislikes, but that his caretaker likes to train with him.

And by the time I took him home, we were friends.

I hope to see Balthazar and Fabian again on one of my walks—I do know where they live now!

But whether I do or not, I’ll always carry the memory of the kindest, calmest, most empathetic donkey I’ve ever met.

And I’ve met a few.
(No euphemisms there!)

🪴 I also had a few more serendipitous encounters yesterday and today that will probably shape part of my coaching and training practice quite significantly—but that’s a story for another post.

For now, I leave you with this week’s poem—an ode to the quiet magic of unexpected encounters.

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IN THE SERENITY OF SERENDIPITY

🌻 In the realm of chance and fate’s embrace,
Where destiny weaves its intricate lace,
There lies a place of wonder and delight,
A realm where serendipity takes flight.

Oh, Serendipity, you are a muse divine,
Guiding us through life’s labyrinthine,
With your gentle touch and whispered call,
You lead us to treasures, great and small.

In moments unexpected, you suddenly appear,
A serenade of joy, a symphony so clear,
A chance encounter, a meeting of souls,
Where hearts entwine and destiny unfolds.

Your magic lies in the unexpected surprise,
A meeting of minds, a meeting of eyes,
In the crowded streets or a bustling café,
You join together two souls astray.

Your presence is felt in the gentle breeze,
In the rustling leaves and the dancing trees,
In the golden sunset’s ethereal glow,
You reveal secrets sure only you know.

You are the spark that ignites the fire,
The inspiration that fuels our desire,
To chase our dreams, to follow our hearts,
To embrace the unknown, where serendipity starts.

Oh, Serendipity, you are a gift divine,
A reminder that life’s tapestry is intertwined,
With threads of chance and moments unforeseen,
Where miracles happen, where dreams convene.

Let us now celebrate your wondrous grace,
In every unexpected turn life may trace,
For in the realm of serendipitous delight,
We find the magic that makes our spirits take flight. 🌻

—Solomon Walker
published on medium.com

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🪴 Serendipity rarely knocks loudly.

Sometimes it happens when we decide to step outside our comfort zone (in my case, my ever-so-beloved couch).

Sometimes it happens when we openly encounter one another (I-Thou).

Sometimes it simply walks up the hill behind you.
With a donkey.

📌  When was the last time you allowed a serendipitous encounter or moment to happen?

🦋 Happy Sunday everyone! 🦋

With love,

Dina 🫶🏽

Resources:

  • Where to visit Balthazar: If you live nearby Binningen (CH), you can visit Balthazar (and Fabian) at the Sur Vojo farm (survojo.ch). You will find two Grand noir du Berry there – Balthazar is the smaller one. The other, and much larger one, is Lotus. 
  • This week’s song is Serendipity by Laufey

Weekly Poem: HOPE

Weekly Poem: HOPE

by | Feb 17, 2026 | Poem

🌿 A poem a day keeps the blues away… 

🪴 Every poem I share is one that has moved me during the week. Today’s poem is about hope. 

I originally wrote the reflection below as an article for the Association for Coaching, for their April 2026 Coaching Perspectives edition on “The Age of Uncertainty”. Unfortunately, by the time I submitted my piece, Hope as a strategy in uncertain times, their shortlist had already been finalised.

I’m hoping (no pun intended) to submit a new article for their October edition on “The Art of reflection”. In the meantime, I wanted to share my piece on hope here with you. Although it is written primarily for coaches, I hope it will resonate more widely as well.

So, here it is:

Hope as a strategy in uncertain times

🪴 We are told we no longer live in a VUCA world, but a BANI one (Cascio, 2025).

The world is no longer merely Volatile, but Brittle. Not just Uncertain, but Anxious. Not simply Complex, but Non-linear. Not merely Ambiguous, but Incomprehensible.

Whether our world is VUCA, BANI, or some other fashionable acronym. Whether it is more uncertain today than ever before. Or whether this is just us succumbing to the “Peak Uncertainty Myth” (Fergnani, 2024). Uncertainty is a condition of being alive, and a deep and personal experience for every one of us.

So, as coaches, how do we support our clients in navigating a terrain that is continuously changing?

The literature offers many possible answers: resilience, adaptability, agility, emotional intelligence. Cascio himself proposes the “positive BANI” as his antidote to BANI: Bendable, Attentive, Neuro-flexible, Interconnected (2025). And these may all be useful.  But I want to propose something far simpler, far older, and more radical.  

Hope.

Not as a feeling, but as a strategy.

🪴 Hope through the lens of a poem

Uncertainty requires non-linear thinking. So, rather than proposing you a framework or a model, I offer you a poem as a springboard for reflection on hopeful living (and coaching).

HOPE

🌻 Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination—
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other. 🌻

—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
from “How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope”

“Hope has holes in its pockets.”

From the first line, Trommer disrupts our usual thinking. We tend to see holes as flaws—something to be fixed. Here they become a key design feature for good living.

Some accuse hope of numbing people into inaction by encouraging naïve positivity or wishful thinking. I disagree. Hope is not blind optimism.

Blind optimism is a feeling.
Hope is a strategy.

Blind optimism may ignore evidence and deny difficulty.
Hope is defiance. It recognises reality and still chooses to move.

Blind optimism leaves us unprepared for when things go wrong.
Hope is our compass to find a way when the path disappears.

Blind optimism is an autumn leaf in a gushing wind.
Hope is an anchor, rooted in depth of convictions, values, and relationships. It draws strength from the belief that what we see is but a fraction of the larger intricate ecosystem we are part of.

Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning was published with the subtitle: “The classic tribute to hope from the Holocaust”. Frankl was not writing about optimism. He was writing about the human capacity to orient toward meaning even in the most brutal conditions.

Hope does not eliminate suffering.
It prevents suffering from becoming the whole story.

To live a meaningful life is to love and to hope.

As coaches, especially those of us supporting clients through difficult transitions or anxious times, hope matters.

🪴 Follow the crumb trail

Hope “leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious, can follow it.”

This single line could shape months of coaching: helping our clients notice the crumb trails that hope has already been leaving behind. In uncertain times, clients rarely need grand visions or five-year plans. They need help noticing what is already trying to guide them.

Unlike Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, Trommer does not invite us to follow a bright yellow brick road, but little crumb trails.

Crumbs are subtle, fragile, and easily missed.

They can be ravaged by others.

If left unnoticed or ignored for too long, they decay and disappear.

They may show up as small impulses, half-formed ideas, moments of aliveness or irritation, flickers of curiosity, quiet values, recurring metaphors, bodily sensations, or longings that refuse to go away.

Our role as coaches becomes that of a wayfinder—someone who helps expand our clients’ sense of awareness so that these crumbs can be seen and followed.

From a Gestalt perspective, this means bringing what is in the Ground (what is in the background and unnoticed) into a Figure (what can now be examined and explored in the here and now). We do this, for example:

  • by paying attention not only to what our client says, but to how they say it
  • by noticing the impact they have on us—our own perceptions, thoughts, feelings, and bodily responses—and offering these as a relational feedback
  • by using our own intuition and imagination to create small experiments that allow the client to experience their situation differently
  • by highlighting interruptions to contact—“I can’t,” “I should,” “Never”, “Always”, “No one”—that often signal where hope is being blocked
  • by exploring their convictions, values, commitments, relationships, and gently question whether these still serve them

This way of us showing up expands our client’s vision to new territories, new angles, so they can hopefully spot those crumbs left behind by hope.

And it’s work that requires “bravery” (from coach and client), and it needs to come from a place of care—and dare I say “Agape”(Zinker, 1978, p. 3, 6).

🪴 One foot in front of the other

“Hope (…) doesn’t know the destination—it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of the other.”

This is the essence of uncertainty: we can neither carve out a five-year vision nor a ten-step plan. And this is precisely where hope steps in.

Where clarity fails, hope offers that next possible step, one foot at a time. And, as coaches, our task is to support our clients as they choose where to place their foot next.

This might sound like:

  • If you believed this could work, what would you do next?
  • If you trusted yourself just a little more, what step might you take today?
  • If change were possible, where would you move?

And then we look at what’s preventing them from doing so: the thoughts, beliefs, those loud (or not so loud) voices in our head, the feelings and emotions trapped in our body.

Hope doesn’t eliminate uncertainty or fear.
It refuses to let them paralyze us and rob us of our next possible step.

And that step might be forward, backward, sideways, or a moment of rest for reflection and recharge.

Hope is a strategy that restores agency.

🪴 Hope begins with us

An Egyptian saying goes: You can’t give what you don’t have.

If we want to cultivate hope in our clients, we must cultivate it in ourselves—not as forced positivity, but as a quiet, steady…

… knowing that we are not alone;

… trusting that we are part of something larger—an intricate ecosystem—that can open up opportunities we never thought possible or imaginable;

… believing that meaning will emerge even when we are still muddling our way through the fog.

Hope trusts in what the Greeks called Kairos—the right time, the unfolding moment—not just Chronos, the predictability of clocks,calendars, and perfectly laid-out plans.

A hopeful coach is not someone with answers.
It is someone who can contain the discomfort of not knowing, for ourselves and our client, trusting that there is more to this than meets the eye.

🪴 A closing invitation

Where uncertainty exists, hope is necessary.

So, I invite you to ask yourself:

  • How do I embody hope when the destination is unclear?
  • How do I show up as someone who believes movement is still possible?
  • How can I be a wayfinder who supports clients to spot those crumbs and find the courage to follow them?

Hope does not promise a safe or certain future.
It invites us into the next living moment.

And, often, that is enough.

🦋 Happy Sunday everyone! 🦋

With love,
Dina 🫶🏽

References:

Cascio, J. (2025) ‘BANI 2025 — an Overview’, Medium, 01 August 2025. Available at: https://medium.com/@cascio/bani-2025-an-overview-575d92026fe1 (Accessed: 10 February 2026).

Fergnani, A. (2024) ‘Why Peak Uncertainty is a Myth’, Farsight, Copenhagen Institute for Future Studies, 12 June 2024. Available at: https://farsight.cifs.dk/why-peak-uncertainty-is-a-myth/ (Accessed: 10 February 2026).

Zinker, J. (1978) Creative process in Gestalt therapy. New York: Vintage Books.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dina is a certified coach from the University of Cambridge, an advanced Gestalt coaching practitioner and trainer, a Gallup-certified strengths coach, and founder of Agape Heart & Soul. She holds an MBA and a Master’s in Communications & Media, and brings over 24 years of international experience, including a senior career in HR. Recognised as one of Basel’s Top 15 Coaches, her work integrates relational coaching, systems thinking, and leadership to support change with clarity, courage, and humanity. Former host of the AC podcast series “Coaching Beyond Tools”, she runs her own Gestalt Coaching Practice Labs and Relational Coaching Community of Practice.

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