Stress Coaching

LIVING LUMINOUSLY

My international careers in Business, Art, Pedagogy, and even Pet-sitting
have generated potent insights and techniques that sow peace and productivity.

The storied roads I have traveled and share with others,
miles of Personal Anecdotes and Practiced Methodologies,
lead to the fulfilling personal and professional transformations many hope for.

'Invite Chance'
ARTFUL COMMUNICATION AND INTELLIGENT STRESS

USE STRESS INTELLIGENTLY

• Relax learned constraints
• Melt icy ideas that impede your optimum evolution
• Recognize and Surrender Exhausted Value Systems

• Grow Awareness and Self-Assurance
• Embrace a mindset that fosters
concentration, curiosity, compassion, and intercommunication

• Welcome a fresh and vibrant palette of
poetic imagination and powerful volition

Succeed meaningfully and lovingly in
BUSINESS, STUDIES...LIFE

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Eric Baronsky - SOMETHING ANEW

Something Anew
by Eric Baronsky

Staying awake longer. Into the longest hours. This feels right, sometimes, to accompany time on a slow and then slower walk. Traversing over, under,
and around all the other times. Crawling by their windows. Still looking. Still Open. But they too shall shut and be... still. As the other siblings, tick
and tock. Sisters and brothers. Conjoined yet constantly pulling, pulling apart, at the fragile seams. It seems that ticks prefer to race. By choice, tocks
do not. Running to choose. Freely. It is a choice to run. It is a choice not to run also. From that which is front and center. In the heart of the matter,
where the stitches of time do not resist or fray. Instead, patiently, they wait. Without resisting. Craving. Only accepting and anticipating something
anew. And somewhere else than what is no more a... new. Where ticks and tocks rewind wildly, wandering as a herd, lost ponies, together, lost as one.
Instinctively, halting in unison. Unknowing of how, why, or why not. Suddenly, not needing to. It is a choice to need. But not the only choice. There
are many. And so, for the last longest hour, tocks are left alone in the desert of icy silence, without a tick to count... to count on. It is left searching in a
vast prairie, in winter's blistering wastelands, a white drape over a forgotten hole. Alone to accept something anew to come front and center,
to redeem and revive... whilst suspended over the frozen hands of time.

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Something Anew​ by Eric Baronsky

Something Anew
by Eric Baronsky