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New Doors – New Windows – New Vistas

Is there something with which you are putting up that is cumbersome, annoying and time consuming? In spite of the irritation, you keep making excuses for why you don’t have it fixed? Well, the magnificent accordion glass doors that open onto the pool and sea of our family holiday home were just such a challenge. The doors have been a hassle for years but we have band-aided the problem, as the issue was daunting.

This year was no exception… And this December, only one accordion side opened at all. The trusty wooden doors were swollen and it took a heavy lifter to get the doors open and closed. Challenged again, we chose to abandon opening the doors at all.

As life would have it, Augusta, our neighbour for ten years, miraculously took her holiday the same week as we. When we discovered that our weeks were to overlap, we arranged to get together. Unbeknown to us, Augusta had had a similar problem with her doors, and she had them replaced by manager Michael. She raved about her new doors and gave us a tour – blown away by the ease, grace, elegance and care-free structure, the doors were a heartbeat away from us. Michael not only gave us a price, a date and time, he recommended his crew of three and blessed us with coming over three times to manage the project.

On the 27th of December, the men arrived. They divested us from the ten-year-old folding glass doors and replaced the full wall expanse with a practical six-glass slider that opened to both sides. An enormous break through – the new doors are easy-care, clean lined, smooth and pragmatic. With two fingers one person can open and close the doors in nanoseconds. The pièce de résistance was Michael’s maid service which dusted the living area from top to bottom… leaving the space in impeccable order after a major overhaul and redo. This all happened is eight hours. What was a hassle, a headache and an unresolved five-year issue resulted in a source of joy and relief – and a new vista on the Andaman Sea.

Are you willing to reassess those issues that trouble you? Is there something irritating that seems not to have a solution? This New Year may I invite you to look at taking one thing from your “not working” list and move it forward. Perhaps there is an easy unseen solution you had not considered before, or an Augusta neighbour with an insight or an answer that instantly meets your need. The answer could be steps away from your front door. Reaching out to say hello might be all that it takes to open up a new vista of relaxation, joy and pride.


Oversight, Insight, and New Discoveries

Oversight, Insight,

and New Discoveries


Lynn U Stewart

Belief systems can be changed in Nano seconds. All it takes is a spark of revelation and a new way of seeing. I had such a moment upon my return to Amsterdam.


While in Bangkok my favorite eye glasses broke. With no time to fix them, I was in search of repair in Amsterdam. A small shop on the Herenstraat called Bckspace was closed. I had to wait .

After buying my flowers on Saturday morning, I crossed the street. The door was open. I explained my problem and the issue was soon in his hands. The process of adjustment had begun. While working, Will invited me to try on an experimental pair of his glasses. Shopping had begun. In no time at all, assistant Hannah & Will helped me identify three pairs of glasses. I found each one transformed my look. l was intrigued with the change and thought maybe the reason my glasses had broken was to open my eyes and show me something new. I went with the moment and chose the one I wanted. Three photos later I chose to “be with it” and make a choice the following week.

Will asked me if I wanted to see if my prescription had changed. I did.

“I am a Dr. and I can examine your eyes. I don’t just sell glasses, I custom make lenses.”

I was curious. Thinking deeply, I mused: I have my clothes made in Thailand, vitamins designed in India, eat only what suits my body, maybe there is something to what he is saying about custom made eye-ware?

He proceeded to tell me that my small glasses were not large enough to accommodate the field of vison. Because my eyes work independently, the central point of vision of each eye is separate. He talked about expanding the breadth of the distance part of the progressive lens to accommodate the solitary shifts — my vison would be enhanced. He commented on a series of small changes that would make subtle and profound differences in my eyesight. He had my attention.

I had always wondered why sometimes I see things and other times I don’t. Maybe this was the solution to a life time of confusion about my own vision.

My thoughts drifted to my clients who sometimes have bind spots. They do not see/hear their own bias, beliefs & decision. The coaching process in its brilliance, helps people to widen the long-distance lens and determine life’s blocks. It takes the coach to open the perspective to present what is possible as opposed to what is… A brilliant metaphor, for coaching, Will and his team identified the possibility of seeing things differently. What a gift.

My glasses were ordered and the metaphor fits. Choices are clear when alternatives are explored. Life changed that day. I saw what I hadn’t seen before.

Are there decisions you’ve made that are dictating your life. Do you believe that your vision is blocked to see your future? Are you wiling to see options you might not see by yourself? Examine your beliefs and see if there might be something more that eludes you that might catapult you into your preferred future.

Horse whispers: how I was healed from the past

Miracles Happen Every Day – series

by Lynn U. Stewart


Memories have magic and sometimes messages. The lessons show up in the most creative ways.

When I was asked to join a Natural Leadership session with trainer Sandra Geisler, the owner of Lighthorse, I was amazed to hear myself say a spontaneous “yes”. It had been 12 years since I had been around horses. Many opportunities and invitations, but every time my answer had been “no!” so far.

It took an hour to get to Wijdenes, in the countryside of Holland. When I arrived at the property I felt the tears sting behind my eyes, my mouth dried, and the memoires surfacing like little earthquakes.

I think it’s the smell of horses and being in the country. I’m upset, a bit nervous and unsettled. It has been so long and it’s such a familiar scent. It reminds me of summer-fun, friends, childhood, my horse Southern Bell – happy memories, yet bittersweet.

Getting out of the car, I saw the coral. Eight horses standing there in all sizes, colors and shapes. Eating hay, playing, nuzzling, and being with each other, while still others were staring at me, as if wanting to make contact.

Sandra greeted me warmly, and invited me to sit at the rectangular kitchen table. Framed by a picture window looking out on the meadow, she let me know what to expect working with her horses.

“Lynn, do you have anything that you’d like to work on today?” she asked. “I would love to know what I need to let go of in order to be peaceful around horses, and to let go of the emotions.”

Sandra named all of her horses. When invited to choose one, I did. Her name was “Spirit”. Entering the paddock, the leader of the herd, Banderas, stood in my way. Being comfortable around horses, I pushed my way past him and started my search for Spirit. Magnetized by this brown mare with a white spot on her head, I found Spirit almost immediately. Our connection being made nose to nose, she quietly led me to the fence. Beyond the fence there was another chestnut gelding named Rivaldos. This horse nuzzled up to Spirit. As I watched the two horses connect over the railing, a conflict rose up: I felt ignored. An overwhelming sadness came over me. When I called to Sandra, she quietly asked, “What was it between the men and women in your family?”.

“I felt ignored, as they tried to solve their own problems and put all of the attention on each other. It was lonely”.

At that moment, Spirit walks away and joins some other horses at the trough. I stood there watching, feeling the emptiness and more sadness.

“What’s happening?” Sandra asked.

“I feel alone.” Watching Spirit, I felt moved to go to her for comfort, just as I had with Southern Bell, my own quarter horse, in sad times many decades ago.

“What else?” Sandra asked.

“Horses were my refuge, whenever my family would fight, I would leave the house, go to the paddock, and find my horse. I would find peace and solace with those big strong sweet beasts”.


At that moment, I could see it all. Being small and scared and alone, the horses meant safety, protection, and the guardians of peace. The setting and tableau created by the horses had made a familiar scene, a return from childhood.

At that moment, another horse named Willow came over to me, and placed its head in my arms so I could stroke it’s cheek. Feeling the familiar and welcome weight of the horse’s head and the sweet scent of its breath, I was tossed back into a past moment.

What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. Banderas returned and, from behind, placed his head on my shoulder. Years ago I had to stop riding due to shoulder and knee injuries, and now Banderas started massaging and licking my injured shoulder. For the next 30 minutes, he continued licking my shoulder and the back of my neck. He dives down to my knee and licks the back of the left injured joint. I felt like a master healing was taking place from a caring steed, sent to me from some other place, allowing me to find a soothing safety.

Sandra shared the story of this healing horse. Banderas in the past was unable to be ridden. He could not bear any weight on his back. It was as if he had gone directly to the stress in my body to relieve my shoulder and knee from the burden of the family of origin.

I knew the answer to my question. The horses had provided a play. They acted out for me a story that needed to be re-told. That day I found peace. It opened another part to my story of healing through horses. This memorable day opened a chapter of revisiting the mythical world of Sandra’s horses and my memories.

In May 2014 I rode again for the first time in 15 years. It was an overwhelmingly inspired day.

Lynn U Stewart, Director of The MMS Worldwide Institute B.V.