Where we meet with clients

A new hypnosis-coaching-mentoring office


We named this building Ithaca, because Ithaca is the island home of Odysseus, where he returned after the challenges described in the Odyssey; and also because we wanted to bring the spirit of the ocean a little closer. Ithaca is a metaphor for homecoming. The work we do with NLP Coaching and Hypnotherapy clients is like their homecoming ..

Like stepping through a doorway into another dimension .. and coming home to remember the power of your spirit, your creativity, your purpose, and the ease with which you can master your internal states.

.. and then look back at the world through fresh eyes and return.

(NLP Coaching clients meet with us here when they come for their two day customized Breakthrough Mentoring Retreat as part of their ongoing programs with us)


There was a time when everything was customized, handmade. We made this building in the old way; straw-bales and adobe. The exterior clay walls are covered with handmade mineral paint we mixed. The lime and ferrous-sulphate reacts with the adobe clay to form crystal particles that are resistant to erosion from wind and rain. It also reflects the changing light in a way that is entirely unlike commercial paint.

Likewise the work we do inside is customized, hand-made, transformational, beautiful ..

And there’s always time for goofing around. Michele painted the flags, and from time to time became completely entangled in them .. as you see

Texts are from Hesiod, Homer, and Cavafy and translated by Caitriona.

ITHACAConstantin Cavafy

As you set sail for Ithaca
hope the voyage is long,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Cannibals of Lamos, monstrous Cyclops,
wild Poseidon’s fury,
don’t be afraid of them.

You’ll never even see them
if you hold your thoughts high,
and allow the sweet excitement
of spirit and body guide you.

You’ll never meet
Cannibals, Cyclops.
Poseidon’s storms
unless you bring them along
inside your soul,
unless your soul
sets them up
in front of you.

Hope the voyage is long.
Summer mornings
will carry you
into sparkling new harbors,
of pleasure and ecstasy.

Places seen for the first time
upside-down islands
tumbling into the sky.

Sail there!
Trade with the Phoenicians,
for mother of pearl and coral,
amber and ebony, agate and jade,
attar of roses, and frankincense,
every perfume you can find,

Lay anchor in Alexandria
trades stories with the wise ones.

Always guard Ithaca in your mind
but don’t hurry.
You are destined to arrive.
Don’t hurry the journey,
don’t hurry at all.
It’s better that it lasts for years.

You will be old
when you reach the island,
rich with all that you have become,
not expecting anything of Ithaca.

Ithaca gave you the ocean.
Without her you would not have set out.

She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor do not blame her,
wise as you will have become,
so full of experience,
you will have understood by then
what these Ithacas mean.