Thursday, 22 September 2011
Today I saw four ministers (of God, not the Crown; three men and a woman) sitting together outside Starbucks. Although it shouldn't have, the sight surprised me. I usually picture ministers alone, tending their flock. To my thought, expressed in the comment thread of the previous post, about who mentors the mentor I could add who ministers to the minister? Looks like it may be through peer dialogue. For some reason the sight of them cheered me immensely.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
It's definitely the name - 'Life' Coach. Maybe if they called themselves Mentors instead? Mentor was left in charge of Odysseus' son Telemachus when Odysseus went off to the Trojan War. Yes, I think that's much better. Now let's pretend, just for fun, that I were to hang out a shingle as a Mentor. What would I advise my clients? I'll mull that over for future posts...
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Since writing my previous post, I have read articles on the Loeb Classical Library and the scourge of Postmodernism. Based on these readings I am now prepared to throw off the chains of 'whateverness' and declare the 'Life Coach' to be a modern day mutation of the snake oil salesman; and to proceed, refreshed, in my search for higher meanings and things of permanence.
Monday, 12 September 2011
I have tremendous respect for the ancient schools of philosophy, particularly the Greek and Roman ones, where children (albeit, of wealthy parents and exclusively male) were sent, or from which tutors were sought, in order to develop their argumentative and speaking skills; and generally to learn how to live a better life. On the other hand, nothing annoys me more than the unmitigated gall of a thirtysomething to build a website and hang out a shingle as a 'Life Coach'. Are they actually much different, one from the other? That's what I've been chewing on today.