Pearls of Wilson
is the title of a magazine monthly page which I write for Youth workers.
Write ..........it is just solid practical - in that it explains how to lead a group using a particular exercise which I have designed.
I have to design them all the time because every group is unique and needs, and deserves, to be met where they are - and a special journey.
These pages always remind the readers that they are the expert in their own context. Also to be flexible and imaginative in using my ideas alongside their own. Alongside their own sensitivity to their group.
Out of the group work I do - comes many ideas. Lots are converted into Blob Tools by the artiste/unique Ian Long who partners me with these books, posters, flash cards and other tools of different kinds. Soon there will be a Blob Ball which can be thrown around and the catcher answers a question triggered by the Blob nearest the thumb.
Maybe I will through a ball for you to catch.
Maybe I can get some cyber whizz to create a flash Blob Ball which spins on a click - and the results give you, and other beautiful humans, a chance to reflect .................... what do you think?
Had a great curry with friends tonight.
(Be careful not to leave the 'r' out when you write about your friends!)
They are going to Italy for a break and hope to visit Venice.
I have great memories of Italy and Venice.
If you ever plan to go - ask me to tell you about Madonna - my favourite place to eat.
My favourite journey, on earth, is sailing into Venice on a ferry boat.
Seeing Venice emerge out of the mist ............ into it's full divine glory.
I had to tell our friends about my cherished memory of Italy.
In 1968 we took a convoy of six vehicles through to the Italian Riviera - the Coast of Flowers. Very close to the more famous resorts of Diano Marina and Alassio, and the French Riviera (Montecarlo, Nizza, Cannes, Juin les Pins ).
It was a group of young humans who Joan, team of volunteers, and me worked with - night and day.
Every stop we made on the way through France, Switzerland and Italy - they got drunk. Every night we lay late and awake in a 'hear everything' canvas tent - and listened to their revelling.
My memory is not so much about that.
The first night of our destination campsite, Imperia on the Mediterranean coastline, all the group went to the campsite bar/restaurant and ordered ............................a pot of .................... 'tea'.
I can picture Sammy Bedson now - sat with the gang - with his tea saying
"If only my mates in the Bulls Head could see me now".
The had had enough of the alcohol and settled down to Riviera life, sunshine, camp food, beautiful experiences abound ......... and tea.
This is the very campsite called Camping de Wijnstok.
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