the adventure

starts with
  YOU  

Alive.  AdventureLife.

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It doesn't matter how YOU define the adventure towards a better understanding of yourself.  Any definition will do, really.

The question is:  

Do YOU have the courage to take a hard look, identify exactly what YOU see, and take action toward the highest and best possible YOU?

 
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AdventureLife coaching

AdventureLife coaching is a unique combination of lifestyle design and coaching in order to connect adventure with potential.  

The AdventureLife process locates your edge (physically, socially, financially, spiritually or elsewhere) through enlivening, powerful coaching and research-backed methods of self-awareness.  We actively draw evidence-based conclusions about where YOU are and exactly where YOU want to grow.  

As a Dad, Husband, ACC certified coach with the International Coach Federation and dedicated yogi with a 20+ year career in sales and business development, I work with people who are committed to expressing themselves completely in all areas of their lives.  

My focus is work/ life integration for business people uninterested in winning the rat race. 

The power is in the partnership.  100% dedication.  Always.  

 Alive.  AdventureLife.

 
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Yoga+Meditation 

The power is in the partnership.  100% dedication.  Always.

Alive.  AdventureLife.

 
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THE SEA

I need the sea because it teaches me, 
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, 
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, 
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships. 
The fact is that until I fall asleep, 
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves.

It’s not simply the shells crunched
as if some shivering planet
were giving signs of its gradual death; 
no, I reconstruct the day out of a fragment, 
the stalactite from a sliver of salt, 
and the great god out of a spoonful.

What it taught me before, I keep. It’s air
ceaseless wind, water and sand.

It seems a small thing for a young man, 
to have come here to live with his own fire; 
nevertheless, the pulse that rose
and fell in its abyss, 
the cracking of the blue cold, 
the gradual wearing away of the star, 
the soft unfolding of the wave
squandering snow with its foam, 
the quiet power out there, sure
as a stone shrine in the depths, 
replaced my world in which were growing
stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion, 
and my life changed suddenly: 
as I became part of its pure movement.

-Pablo Neruda, from On the Blue Shores of Silence

 
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