Beyond the Known

Part 11: from Santo Domingo to Belorado

The path runs along a main road occasionally diverting into towns and across fields. This part of the Camino takes pilgrims from wine into wheat country, from the Province of Rioja into the Province of Castilla y Leon. Belorado was once a frontier town where Christians, Jews, and Muslims lived in harmony until 1498 when Jews were expelled from Spain.


It’s been 10 months since my last post. I’ve been busy learning, creating, and flowching (short for “flow coaching.”) Writing has been very much on the back burner as I entertain a lot of, “why bother? Nothing I could write that hasn’t been written before” thinking. But when my cousin Claire emailed me a few days ago sharing how much she missed my musings, a new thought appeared out of nowhere: “You take pictures of stuff that has been photographed a thousand times and you even publish them on social media.” Ha. Gotcha.

Funny how we develop opinions about what is acceptable and what isn’t, about what endeavors are worth a shot and which ones are better nipped in the bud.

As if we could know.

I started this Camino-in-place almost 3 years ago because I yearned for a new adventure from the comfort of my own home. As far as I could tell at the time, stepping out in the world was not in the cards for me anymore. My wild years, if I ever had any, were over and it was obvious that I was being called to stay put and explore more contained territories.

As if I could know. 

Life has surprised me at every turn. It’s presented me with an understanding that’s allowed me to heal my long struggle with anxiety. I’ve traveled and trained as a Transformative Coach in Europe and am now coaching people all over the world. I’ve broken through outer and inner frontiers and landed, wide-eyed, in the space of pure possibility and miracles.

That’s what happens when we stop believing the crazy stories our minds keep feeding us. Stories of unworthiness, guilt, or − my personal favorite ─ comfort zones. That’s what happens when we see through the veil of what we think we know and get curious about all that we don’t know. And when we get a glimpse of what lies beyond the familiar, walls magically turn into doors.

Life, my friends, is an invitation to dance with the “I don’t know.”  It’s the glorious paradox of finding safety in a space without nets.

Who knew?

So for the foreseeable future I will bother, and, yes, I’ll write. Whether you choose to read or follow me, please know that you too are made for this dance. You were born humming the melody. It’s written on your soul.

Shall we?


“Life knows everything that we don’t know.” –Marina Galan

PS #12: It is safe not to know

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Maryse Godet Copans © 2020

Shift Has Happened

Part 10: Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada

Most of the walking is through farmland well away from any roads. The cathedral of the town is magnificent and where Dominic de la Calzada, shepherd turned hermit turned builder of bridge, hospital, and hostel, is buried.


Who would have thought it would be possible for me, at the tender age of 56, to grow from hermit to builder?

On Saturday night I shall arrive in Prague to attend the last week of Michael Neill’s Supercoach Academy. My previous blog post dates back to the beginning of this program last October and spoke of my intention to become a facilitator of silence. As I prepare for graduation as a transformative coach, how would I articulate what’s changed?

Most of you are familiar with my long struggle with anxiety and with the aftermath of a mild traumatic brain injury. I spent years “hermitting” as much as possible doing my best to heal myself while still tending to my family’s needs. Supercoach Academy has indeed facilitated  my journey into more silence and listening (huge thank you to Michael, all mentor coaches, and my fellow students), but the biggest surprise for this humble writer has been the inner and outer shift from wounded spectator to whole and vibrant builder.

I no longer let fear stop me or push through it at great cost health-wise. Instead I let life live me, fear and all. I’ve pulled a Pinocchio so to speak!  I’ve woken up and seen that strings and wooden limbs were an illusion, never there in the first place. I thought myself into a limited puppet when I’ve been a full and capable spirithuman being all along. I choke up even as I type these words. What a gift!

As I move forward as a coach may I let myself be divinely guided as I point people towards their own realization of their true potential. We are never the victims of our circumstances. We are not limited by others. We are the victims of our own constricted and busy thinking. It’s that simple. And when we wake up to the infinite and intelligent field beyond our thoughts, we get to feel our own brilliance, our natural resilience and wellbeing. Then we get to see them take shape in the world. This is true for everyone, regardless of what we may think is possible right now or what we have experienced in the past. There is such hope in this.

To Prague and beyond, my friends. Ever onwards!


“It’s only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.” Barack Obama


Passport’s Stamp #11: Anything is possible, at any age.

Maryse Godet Copans © 2019


Coaching Hours

A short break for the Camino (even though this is very much part of its meanderings) to let you know that I am now coaching and accumulating hours for graduation in April 2019.

If you or someone you know may benefit from a friendly chat with me, please let me know at

Unfortunately (for now) I am not allowed to coach members of A Little Peace of Mind.

All sessions are priced at $20.

Thank you, my friends!!


A Quiet Woman

Camino- in-Place,  Part  9: Logrono to Najera

Leaving Logrono pilgrims pass the La Grajera Reservoir before walking on through beautiful vineyards and wide valleys. The words of poet Eugenio Garibay Banos, painted on a wall alongside the trail, speak of the spirit of the Camino: “The force which pulls me, attracts me too, I cannot explain it. Only He above knows why.”


We are addicted to noise.

Whether it’s background music, podcasts, or our incessant texting, we live in a whirlwind of stimuli. Noise has become the norm. Silence is foreign, and if we’re honest, a little scary.

In a few days I’ll be flying to London to join another 40+ souls for the first week intensive of Supercoach Academy. Beyond the excitement of meeting like-minded people and learning more about coaching from the inside-out, I’m particularly interested in exploring how to become a facilitator of silence.

No, this doesn’t mean fixing my clients’ problems so they can relax and enjoy a hard won break. No again, I’m not going to teach them how to settle their busy thinking or change their chatty habits through practices and techniques.

I am going to facilitate silence. Their own. The one we all share.

The space we come from and move through. I’m going to point to the door that opens onto the absolute quiet that we are and where all cool, creative stuff arises. The force that pulls us, and attracts us too.

Inner peace, not as the absence of inner chatter, but as the awareness that we are not our thoughts, we are not our stories. Inner peace, as the knowing there’s nothing to do to get there. We are there. Always. We are Home, familiar and warm, underneath all the fuss.

And who knows? Someone may yet get addicted to it. In the realm of the infinite, anything is possible.


PS #10: “You have a friend in me” + “To infinity and beyond” = I’m a Toy Story Coach!


 “You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”― Pema Chödrön



Maryse Godet Copans © 2018


Part 8: Torres del Rio to Logrono

The Camino walks away from Navarra’s rough terrain and into the Rioja wine region. Trails are infused with wild thyme and rosemary and shine the friendly yellow of vibrant wildflowers. Logrono sits on the Ebro River and boasts the Co-Cathedral of Santa Maria de la Redonda whose eye-catching towers (known as the “gemelas” or twins) are great examples of the Rioja baroque style.


“What would you want if you were not afraid?”

Over the years I was asked this question many times. Anxiety being my stumbling block, well-meaning practitioners and therapists tried to help me embrace my true desires despite my fears. And my answers would vary depending on how I saw my life at that moment. “I’d like to feel well and travel the world”, or, “I’d like to find my passion beyond motherhood.” (Big one, this, as I used to carry a deep fear of ending up like my mom: old, depressed, and very, very lost.)

In his weekly blog this Monday Michael Neill (yes, the same Michael I’m going to train with in October) asks a similar question:

“What would you STILL want if you were not afraid?”

In his post Michael suggests that articulating what we want usually hides a layer of unspoken fear.

I want to feel well because I’m scared of feeling this bad for the rest of my life. I want to travel the world because life is short and I’ve already wasted too much time. I want to find my passion because, if I don’t, my brain will shrivel and I’ll lose myself in layers of frustration and resentment (and yes, end up like my mom). He calls it “remedial goal setting.”

What would we still want?

What do we want for its sake alone? What is there to reach for past our thoughts of missing out, of not being seen or heard, of being wrong, or right? Beyond our desire to help, change, fix? Is there even anything left to want in that space?

I pondered the question for a couple of days, letting my mind play its friendly games of “I know/I don’t know, and when it settled as it always does, this is what came up:

When I rest in the gap between thoughts, I want everything: to explore, experience, expand, engage, be of service.  And love. Always love.

When I rest in the awareness of Life’s natural flow, I want nothing. Because there’s nothing to want. It’s all already there. The Flow is by nature expanding, engaged, and loving.

What about you?

If you were not afraid, what would YOU still want?


PS #9: Fear does not hold the key to what I want

 “Flow is the doorway to the ‘more’ that most of us seek. – Ned Halowell” 

DSCF3287Maryse Godet Copans © 2017

Embracing the Impossible

Part 7: Estella to Torres del Rio

The highlight of this long hike is the wine fountain, “Fuente del Vino” at the Monastery of Nuestra Senora la Real de Irache where excited pilgrims are treated to (scallop size servings of) free wine on tap or water before venturing into miles of uninhabited and colorful patchwork landscapes.


[Back in January I started Michael Neill’s “Creating The Impossible: a 90 day program to get your dreams out of your head and into the world.” As part of this adventure I’ve been posting one #dailycreation on Facebook every day for the last three months. Today I’m having some rhyming fun inspired by the very first picture I shared. Blame it on the Fuente del Vino. Even though I would stick to water I’ve definitely been affected by the mood around the fountain! In a moment of folly (or clarity?), I even decided to sign up for SuperCoach Academy, Michael’s six month training program that starts with a week intensive in London at the end of October. Be careful before picking up your pilgrim’s passport, my friends. The journey may very well take you beyond the possible.]


Once upon an ordinary day,

filled with stress, stuff, and no play,

sprouted an idea, simple and bright,

to look at everything in a different light


…and there it was, dull and uninviting,

the forgotten stack of weekly recycling.


What else might be lurking in those dark corners

besides routine, chores, nothing that matters?

Could there be pleasure, laughter, and fun

in all that we dismiss as annoying, or dumb?


Friends, we’re not doomed to remain at the surface of life,

forever stuck with what we must do and don’t like.

There is another way when we stop fighting

what was, will be, or is unfolding,

and open to the wild wild potential

of the mundane, ordinary, and normal.


Will you join me in an exploration

of this peculiar kind of invitation?

There’s no work or effort involved,

all rules, should, musts, get dissolved

and replaced by an openness to see,

to embrace what before was deemed too low-key.


And please share what shows up for you

when you entertain what comes out of the blue.


Thank you!


PS #8: There’s a true sense of liberation when flowing with inspiration


“As we wake up to our deeper nature and true creative potential, our real life turns out to be even better than the life of our dreams.” – Michael Neill


Maryse Godet Copans © 2017


Insight Information

Part 6 – Puente la Reina to Estella

Though long (24 km) this is one of the easier portions of the Camino where parts of the old Roman road to Santiago can still be found. Pilgrims walk through farmlands (olive groves and vineyards) and rest on medieval bridges taking in the views and enjoying the journey.


[This piece was written with all my ALPOM friends in mind (A Little Peace of Mind). May you all let yourselves be lived and enjoy the ride.]


Life is about squeezing lemons.

Or so we are told from a very young age: “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” or orangeade, or lemon meringue pie. Whatever comes your way, do not sit on your butt. Go make something with it. Something tasty. Something juicy. And so over the years, we become master squeezers. We pick up what life throws our way and apply ourselves to the thankless task of making it meaningful and worthwhile, and when the juice is bitter or we get tired of cooking, we are quick to judge ourselves as lacking or even failing.

For most of my life, I’ve dutifully applied myself to mastering the art of squeezing lemons. With the help of coaches and therapists I did my best to discover my purpose and heed the voice in my head that was chanting, “go, go, go.” Until my personal journey with anxiety and a state of utter emotional exhaustion led me, a year ago, to experiment with an easier way to live: “I’m going to live by invitation only,” I decided. “Instead of trying to figure out my next step, I shall wait for it to present itself.”  I did not know it at the time, but that was an insight, and a big one at that. I was done mixing drinks of any kind. There and then I started to follow the invisible thread that would guide me along a path I no longer needed to anticipate. And to my surprise, retiring my inner juicing equipment and walking the walk as it revealed itself have proven a winning recipe. My anxious mind is, at long last, calming down, and in this space of healing, another voice is rising.

It speaks in the silence between thoughts, during walks with my dog, while I’m doing the dishes, or typing these words. It comes when I’m awake at night or in the first flutters of consciousness at dawn. It is gentle and wise yet cuts through the crap like the sharpest of knives: “Life is full of lemons, full of oranges and berries. Make whatever appeals, and only if it appeals. No rules. No guilt. No shame.” It’s that simple.

Insights are glimpses of clarity that sprout, unannounced, out of the mysterious depths of my being, shifting the way I look at life and experience my circumstances. They are as effortless as shooting stars lighting the night sky and leave in their trail a renewed sense of ease, gratitude, and awe. After a lifetime of trying to reach elusive destinations, carrying bag loads of shoulds and musts, insights feel to me like a return to peace, a coming home to the comfort of what I see to be true. They’re like the dance of a cozy fire after a storm, the flash of understanding in the midst of confusion, the first light of the rising sun.

Life is about living.

It’s all meaningful and it’s all worthwhile. Life knows to grow lemons, to ripen them, and to grant me the ability to make lemonade if desired. Life is about experiencing life, filled with the sheer good fortune of being here and the quiet confidence of navigating well, one insight at a time. No squeezing required.


“Being at ease with not knowing is crucial for answers to come to you.”

Eckhart Tolle


PS#7: It’s ok to open up to a different kind of knowing.



Maryse Godet Copans © 2017