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This Walking Body of Work

By: Stella Orange

Hello, you.

I recently hosted an online event with one of our clients whose founder is in the process of handing his body of work – 40 years in the making! – over to its next steward.

I have been sitting with what it might feel like, to entrust other humans with the intellectual property that has been your life’s work.

Tender, I imagine.

And so, I practice picturing in my mind’s eye, what it might be like for me to do that, some 20 or 25 years from now.

Which seems timely, as I celebrate fifteen years in business this fall.

Not that long ago, my Accountabilibuddy and I were talking about this very thing, as I wandered the aisles of Target shopping for kids’ clothes.

Side bar: My Accountabilibuddy and I have been talking weekly for almost fifteen years. 

I think we’ve met each other in person three times along the way. 

She, now a published author with a second book in the works. 

And me, with a bunch of intellectual property of my own. But just as importantly, also with two small kiddos at home. 

Where was I?

Oh, yes. “Body of work.”

When I was younger, I used to think that my “body of work” would also be intellectual property. 

I certainly have generated more worksheets, handouts, courses, content, and talks than your average bear. 

So it made sense to expect that I would leave behind, or otherwise turn over to the household of earth, a collection of ideas that will have been my good work.

Here, though, I must also admit that I have not much considered the question of “What I will leave behind?” for awhile, as the past few years have been rather… shall we say: Focused on making it through each day? Not a lot of space or quiet to daydream? Passed out at 8pm fully clothed with the lights on some nights?

Anyway, these days, when I contemplate the topic of my own “body of work”… something has changed, big time. 

I actually get the sense, the feel, not of ideas or mental work that will live on after I am gone, but of actual bodies.

My kiddos’ bodies, certainly.

But also the bodies of the others to whom I’ve meant something.

Which, perhaps it’s worth saying, may very well be you.

Speaking this to my Accountabilibuddy, from among the aisles of Target, a quiet calm rose up within me.

“Yes,” I thought, “My body of work is my Body – and the decisions and moves she makes as she walks on the earth.”

That may sound weird.

Does it sound weird?

To me, it feels surprisingly reassuring. 

Relieving, in fact.
Perhaps even marvellous and revelatory!

Because there is nothing I need to particularly do for this to happen.

I can just be.

And the older I get, the more I see that this is enough.

Big love,


P.S. If you’re feeling called to seek accompaniment as you move, and grow, and change, please do reach out. Rebecca and I would be honored to support you on your journey.

Stella is cofounder and copywriter at Las Peregrinas, a creative and consulting agency. As our resident word nerd, she writes copy and points out the stories everyone is living and telling through their work. She is also fun at parties.

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