After picking up Andy in what he describes as my "EFT-mobile", I breakfasted with Stever Robbins, who wowed me with technology all morning as he sat at one of the conference computers. I ate my yogurt-granola-blueberries parfait standing up and looking on in amazement. When I get the URLs from him, I’ll let you know, but it was the coolest-ever online project coordination package and another that did client tracking. At least one of them was free to use and the other a paltry sum a month. That’s one thing these conferences are excellent for, learning new stuff!
After a rousing all-faiths spirituality-in-coaching workshop with Laura Berman Fortgang, Andy suggested I meet Suzanne Falter Barnes, whose birthday it was. Happy Birthday, Suzanne! I raised my water bottle to her and we toasted - she with champagne and such wonderful and charismatic energy. (may her arm grow ever stronger) Suzanne spoke of the Writer’s Spa she conducts with Jennifer Louden, and we had a mutual "aha" moment about some of the things we are both doing. Such a nice connect! Coming to such conferences is worth it for the sweet people one meets alone. And where better than a coaching conference to find such like-minded gems?
I decided to return home for a nap before the Gala. Many were leaving the conference before I got away, which cued outpourings of mutual admiration, goodbyes and warm hugs from everyone I met. I did so want to be able to chat, get to know people better and spend some more time just basking in the "coach glow". The conference was way too short in that respect. Despite the vagaries of the Program, I think I speak for everyone in that.
<aside> Anyone for ditching the exhibition hall and having a marshmallow roast around a roaring campfire out in the woods? Singing, tall tales, jokes, cameraderie and moonlit dalliance…now that would be my idea of a GREAT "unconference"! </aside>
Tonight saw the closing Gala for the International Coach Federation Conference. After a grand dinner with both roast beef and grilled salmon, small grand pianos made entirely of dark chocolate and filled with chocolate truffles and chocolate-dipped strawberries were served with champagne. I didn’t attend the program, but caught the aftermath of the dinner which looked wonderful. I saw Stever as I got to the dance but was whisked away by the irrepressible and spritely John Miles before I could do more than exchange a wave.
Stever, you still owe me an East Coast swing lesson.
Fortunately I didn’t suffer lack of partners. And that wily John Miles! Who knew he was the Disco King of Devon? He danced my socks off - I don’t think I’ve ever had a more relentlessly cheeful and energetic partner. Only wish I’d had more energy to keep on going (I think he probably still is…) His Rosie is a lucky gal…
A foray into the decimated banquet hall revealed chocolate pianos still stuffed with truffles and strawberries, just begging to be taken. A chat with local executive coach Vivienne Powell, happily met for the first time in a long time gained me introductions to Cheryl and Greg and made a warm connection to Viv herself, a coach I definitely value spending more time with. Amidst the destruction of the room by the night crew, we each took a chocolate piano, well wrapped in paper to protect from melting mess. SInce I’ve done the sugar process with my buddy Angela, I don’t really want to eat the chocolates (hurray!). I’ll take it home to the J-Bear though - he will enjoy waking up and opening the refrigerator to see an overstuffed chocolate piano staring him in the face.
And the night winds down….Tsahai Ungar of Oakland, another local and force of nature as "the Love Doc" and I ended up dancing with John after a lengthy and sumptuous group hug, brandishing roses from the table displays in our mouths, chest pockets and cleavages. My last dance was a slow one with a beautiful coach whose name was Eloise. Reminded me of the dances at the all-girl college I went to in the 70’s - she led masterfully and well. I’ve never been spun quite like that. Damfine lady, Eloise.
I met the beautiful and talented Valerie Green in the ladies room - we had a nice warm hug and good time chatting together. She is part of the crew that puts on the MSOCI conferences and other excellent networking opportunities. I am so glad I got to know her better and had the chance to really connect. It’s nice to know the people who do the real work behind the scenes at these events, and I’m so glad I got a chance to make that sweet connection.
That’s what this conference was all about for me - that sense of connection with others. My first conference as a fledgling coach I ran around like a crazy person. I handed out business cards and tried to talk to as many people as I possibly could in as short a time as possible. Such is the path of the newbie coach! Succeeding conferences have been different though. Focusing on depth of connection with fewer people has dramatically improved my experience of the conference, and has allowed me to get to know people more fully. From that place, we are all moving joyfully and energetically forward.
2006 promises to be the year that we all take off together in bigger, wider and at the same time, more comfy-cosy flights of business and personal greatness. Here’s a hail and a tip of the hat to the many of you that I am pleased and honored to know, to work with and to have grown closer to at ICF 2005.
Here’s to a relentlessly wonderful 2006 for us all!