Chikingunya Mosquito – the mosquito that brought a nation to its knees…

The tale of the chikingunya virus is, it seems ongoing…I’m sure you’re all wondering how this relates to coaching, I know Kel is. Well you see on this journey of self-discovery that I am taking through coaching and by following my dream of opening my own coaching practice and being the best coach I can be, I’ve come to realise that there are challenges that aren’t so easy to overcome.  The chikingunya virus is one of them. I’ve also realised that it has had such an impact on me that I’ve felt compelled to write about it. Continue reading

Coaching in Jamaica…


Before I returned, everyone warned me that I would find it frustrating relocating to Jamaica and starting my coaching practice here. I took everything on board that people said, yet still yearned to return to the place of my birth, the green isles of the Indies…The journey has been slow and at times arduous, which has meant that my focus has been diverted from my writing, I’ve also just started my MSc in Education for Sustainability – one of my other passions.

So I thought that for the next few posts, I would share with you my frustrations and challenges of setting up my practice here in Jamaica while completing my MSc. At times I will look at the limiting beliefs that I face as well as the hurdles, how I tackle them and how things turned out…if anyone has any pearls of wisdom to share, please feel free to do so… Continue reading

Funeral Blues – Goodbye Grandpa


April 1, 1920 – August 24, 2014

WH Auden was on the right track with his poem “Funeral Blues”

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.”

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In many ways I guess you could say I’m taking a break and enjoying my holiday. I realize that with so many unanswered questions swirling around in my mind I’m finding it difficult to enjoy the break. Normally at the end of the six week summer vacation, I would know exactly what I was going to be doing in September and that would help me make the most of the holidays. You see normally the first term back, I’m working flat out and driving myself and my team to ensure that we get the best foundation for the new year group.

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I’m not sure if these knots in my stomach are from excitement or fear or maybe a bit of both. My hearts pounding just that little bit harder every time I think about all the things left to do.

I’m not just packing a few bags, I’m packing up my life here in the UK…the enormity of what I’m doing is finally beginning to hit me. In less than 14 days, I’ll be in the air flying towards my new destination, my new life. I know it’s time for me to leave and I know I’ll be back for holidays and such…it’s just that the UK has been my home for so long.

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Coaching Journey…

With any field it is essential to continue on that journey of learning. Since leaving university I have worked with young people, whether it be as a teacher, trainer, programme co-or donator, behaviour mentor and now as a coach. So I find myself on this slightly dreary Sunday morning making the two hour journey across London to learn about ‘Youth in Transition’.
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Putting pen to paper to express how excited and thrilled I am seems to be eluding me slightly, so I’m going to apologize in advance for drifting all over the place – although, I am beginning to think that this is part of my style, or at the very least the way my brain works. It could be the fact that I seem to constantly be juggling…

The truth is, I still can’t believe that I handed everything in and that not only did I complete the course, I aced it:

Curly Martin ‏@CurlyMartin  Jun 20@down_k_ann @down_k_ann Congratulations! Your coursework was excellent &your thesis is passionate & thought provoking. I wish you huge success in life.

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The little engine that could…

I remember my father reading me the story of the little engine that could. I loved story time with my parents, each would take turns reading or telling me the story. I must admit growing up in my household was great! My parents’ story telling skills…awe-inspiring. I’ve only seen one story teller to rival them and she lives on the Isle of Coll- however, I digress.

I’m excited and thrilled because like the little engine that could. I did. I completed my coursework, my case studies, my coaching log, my thesis and my final assessment!! Yeah!!! I am so so so so excited (Kell will so tell me off for the poor use of English in this post – it’s okay though, ’cause I’m finished). Continue reading