©2017 by Rachel Rowland Coaching.

Rachel Rowland

A blog about life, leadership and whatever else lands in my lap.


June 3, 2019

I rinse coffee out of mugs and drain toast crumbs away watching swifts swoop through the blue sky. Diving towards red roof tiles they sing of summer beside the sea. Their joyful chirruping calls me into the garden. I wander through the gate into the lane. I want to pla...

October 31, 2017

I’m half way through life, and I'm already exhausted by the effort. When social media algorithms recently filled my feed with bleak forecasts for GenX women I became even more unsettled. Am I really going to battle work vs. life for another twenty years? I think brilli...

November 17, 2016

I’m fascinated by my journey into creativity.

When does the mood take me to write? Why? What do I write? How can I make that writing better? When does my critical voice stop being constructive and start to stifle me? When am I the writer I want to be?

This blog has dropp...

April 19, 2016

It’s interesting to me where inspiration comes from. I’m intrigued because it seems to come to me from places I would otherwise not have reached if I hadn’t moved here. So is that why I’m here? To find new inspiration and connect it in someway to something I’ve brought...

March 30, 2016

A friend just asked to see my blog, and I felt ashamed that it was so out of date. I started it almost a year ago, but I’ve purposefully ignored it for weeks. It was an outlet for an old self. An unsettled self, with unbounded optimism.

At the end of my first post I wro...

September 18, 2015

Yesterday, after missing my yoga class, things started to get better.

I started to clear out. I emptied a room that was full of rubbish and started to create a zone of my own. My room has a lovely view, lots of space and a peaceful energy. I took some time out to do so...

August 28, 2015

Before I left London lots of the people I love kept saying to me “Look after yourself”. I knew exactly what they meant. I would have said the same thing to them if they were leaving. My interpretation was eat well, don’t try and do too much, get some rest, don’t stress...

August 26, 2015

On the morning we left I woke early. I couldn’t handle the impact of my emotion. I felt strong but I needed to be alone to work out what to do with it. So I went to the bottom of the garden and wrote this message to myself:

I am open.

I am receptive to whatever this exp...

August 15, 2015

What an intense weight of emotion. It’s stinging my eyes, squeezing my chest, sitting heavy in my heart and weighing my face down.

I am happy. I know I am. I feel calm on the inside. But my edges are frayed. My shell is worn thin. I’ve nothing left to fortify myself wi...

August 10, 2015

Home is where the heart is. Right? Well my home has just been packed into 365 cubic feet of shipping cargo and 11 very large bags. And it’s hurting my heart.

A few weeks ago I wrote about ambush goodbyes – the intense experience of realising that I won’t see someone aga...

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