• Anton Bosman

    Anton will blog about Business Executive Coaching, Adventure Tourism along the Garden Route, Accommodation in Mossel Bay

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The Point…a Place to Dream…

The Point area is in Mossel Bay – on the South African Garden Route coast. Truly a place to dream, contemplate, visualize and become more aware of your true self.

This is where Anton is heading with his business and life coaching . . . to enable others to also experience the silence of the calm inner self, and revitalize for a new beginning . . .


Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our Light, not our Darkness, that frightens most of us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you NOT to be?…

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you…

As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Nelson Mandela


Reflections on the Wilderness

A campfire is the storybook of the wilderness. There is so much there for the looking. My fire tells me how the sun poured energy into the soil to thelp grow the tree whose branches are now burning. I can feel the heat of that sun even now, many years later, under the cold stars.

My fire makes me think of the hundreds of creatures which knew this tree. I see in the coal-pictures the buffalo browsing, the porcupine gnawing, the rhino rubbing and the worms and insects chewing. I hear in the crackle and squeak the song of the birds, and the whole pattern of things natural is unfolded before me.

Who can be lonely with such company?