Monday, March 19, 2018

Moving Blob Tree Communication Tools for human growth & development

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RAPUNZEL story we can all learn from .............


The story of a young woman.
Young and beautiful.
Imprisoned in a tower with an old witch. 
She was told by the old witch that she was ugly, all the time.
One day Rapunzel was gazing through the window of the tower she saw her Prince Charming at the base of the tower. 
She lets down her long hair, long and beautiful tresses. 
It fell to the ground alongside the Prince who braids it into a ladder and climbs up to rescue her.
She was imprisoned not by the tower but by the fear of her own ugliness which the witch had described so often.
Rapunzel sees the reflection of her face in the mirroring eyes of her lover. 
She sees that she is beautiful and becomes free from her imagined uglyness. 
She was not really imprisoned but locked in the prison towers of herself. 
She believed she was ugly because she was told she was ugly.
We need to see in another’s eyes our own beauty, special ness, uniqueness and become free.
You are a beautiful human person.


Sunday, March 18, 2018

Life giving Pipology

The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere - in landscape, music, art ...............

Hey do you feel beautiful? 
Do you believe you are beautiful? 
I think - the answers you give to those questions, 
determine how you handle life. 
I naturally think - have I put the comma in the right place? 
I accept I am ignorant of basic things, 
but I still believe I am beautiful imperfection.

John O'Donohue has said that the Greek word for "the beautiful" is to "kalon” 
which is related to the word "kalein."
This is entwined to "call" or "calling.” 
So, John says - "when we experience beauty, we feel called.” 
Do you feel called?
Do you believe you are called? 

I first started using the phrase 
"You are a beautiful human person” 
when I was working with gangs of young humans. 

I struggled to love them - at first. 
They were constantly abusing. 
Me and others.
Some spit in your face. 
They lashed out physically. 
Sometimes, even worse, 
there was no response, 
no acknowledgement that I existed.

To be able to continue to work and love
I knew I had to start to learn
to see through their behaviour
and love the person
beyond behaviour.
So I started to say - YOU are beautiful.

That gave ME a problem.
If each one of theses BHP’s I work with - is beautiful  
I had to turn that on myself.
I was beautiful!
I am beautiful
(Much easier to type than say!)

I decided that God loves me some years before. 
God loves these beautiful humans.
Beautiful-Imperfection - like me!
I need to learn to love. 
I need to grow as a human - in love. 
Then I started to say, and write, and express in every way I could: 
"You are a beautiful human person".

"The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere - in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. 
We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful for it meets the needs of our soul.” 
John O'Donohue. Beauty: The Invisible Embrace.

The beauty I see, 
the most powerful beauty, 
is in you. 

The greatest beauty is - is in us humans. 
Despite behaviour, 
despite your behaviour,
you are beautiful.

BHP waving to to you - VIDEO

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Friday, March 16, 2018

I remember well leaving St Helens YMCA - following the van - to a new life in Canning Town London E16

I remember well leaving St Helens YMCA with tears in our eyes. 
The YMCA family had taken us warmly into their lives. 
I was leaving my principle work at the YMCA working with/loving the 87 teenage residents in the Hostel - so much need.
Also leaving behind the programme rolling with bands/gigs and a Saturday night weekly ‘Fish Rapper’ full of live music poems personalities and passion.
The granddads in the snooker room right next to our first floor flat loved our little girls, now aged one (Ann) and seven years old (Joy). 
Also the 200 pensioners in the lunch club responded generously to my rather loud humour and often repeated one-liner jokes. 
Now, in January 1975, following the removal van down the M1 in our blue caravanette, we were entering a new life for our family, and new kind of youth work.

Mayflower Youth Work Canning Town London E16.
I was struck first by the sheer ugliness of the club building. I would describe it now as non-shalom. 
(Shalom is a Hebrew word meaning peace, but also with implication of wholeness and completeness.) 
Outside it looked like a square lump of concrete-no windows and steel-lined front doors. 
I know now why there were hammer and axe hole on the front door of the club. 
It was non-shalom.

Inside it was painted almost entirely in some horrible green gloss paint that had been donated to Mayflower. 
It gave me and, I am sure, the member a distinct institutional feeling. 
This, coupled with the long Pentonville-type corridors, with solid locked doors on both sides gave me a trapped, oppressive feel. 
It was totally depressing. 
What sort of kids can come in here and enjoy it? 
What does this place do to kids? 
It was so disheartening and yet it challenged me to change it. 
(Eventually I had most of it painted matt black and bought a lorry load of green fluorescent tubes and colourful pop music and colourful mind stretching posters.) 
It had been built for relief work in the 1930s, and on top of that it was really beaten up. 
Yet it was big-so big that it had two coffee bars, two gyms and a large outdoor football court, an air rifle range, snooker room and boxing room. 
There were numerous other activity rooms in various states of disorder including one full of four foot high blocks of Scalextrix car racing track. 
Another sported a new disco unit and sound system.

One of the few pieces of equipment that was available in the open club was a table-tennis table with a plank of wood nailed across it instead of a net. 
As two kids played - another walked across ‘the net’.

I make recording of my evenings in the club. 
I can look back now at my notes from my very first night in the club:

Some friendly contact and interest in my arrival, some busy and interested in football outside, plus snooker, table-tennis. 
Some bored kids messing about - boys barricaded themselves in the beat-up room and then smashed down the panelled walls to get out. 
Others jumped over canteen trying to nick sweets and money. 
Remember a few names. Ro’ a black kid, Maria and Carol (bangaged arm), Jim, Skunkie. . . little kids running. 
Several groups around – girls standing!
Building far too rambling and terrible to supervise-leaders just policing. 
Activities severely limited.
Conclusion – No one focal point. No warmth of atmosphere – although some team members have good relationship with kids. 
Great for positive activity and discipline boundaries.
Decisions – redesign toilets, block main corridor, move all refreshments to coffee bar – ONE FOCAL POINT, develop office. . . .

I notice in my second evenings recordings that ‘Carol’s arm is now un-bandaged’ . 
That sort of detailed observation is important in youth work. 
The recording of it helps to concrete it in the mind alongside many other personal detail relevant to them. 
Even now, years later, I can remember that Carol, now a local mum with two kids, once had a injured arm. 
It makes me smile to think of approaching her ten years later and asking if her arm is better! 
But the point is that the first duty of love is to listen. 
Listen to your eyes.

An extract from my first published book 'Gutter Feelings’.


THIS is one of my very first postings on this website. I was a very special time in my life. C H A N G E ...........

THIS is one of my very first postings on this website.
I was a very special time in my life.
C H A N G E ...........

Tuesday 2 April 2003.
Yes, I left the Romford YMCA community last night. 
The last car boot load of files and desk objects etc were loaded with the help of Richard, Jacky, Val with Mr Singh in support, and I got away by about 9.30pm. 
Feel I have been so busy that I have not had major feelings about going in these latter days. 
Maybe it will run and catch me up in the next four days which I have taken as holiday before I start my three new jobs on Monday. 

The last 4 days I have been in Prague with the programme planning group regarding the ( ) European YMCA festival (3-9 August) for 8000 YMCA people. 
It was a working week-end and , never having been to Prague, I feel I need to go and see and enjoy proper!. 
I was asked to go because of my big gig experience, and of course, the Greenbelt Festival. 
So the last few days, since the big farewell, have been hectic. 
It was great beyond words to get a text from the main man Charlie the webmaster for this web site. 
He said that this new creation website was now launched. 
At the best opportunity, encouraged by friends Jason and Oyvin we grabbed the first look at - Hey hey. 
With a big help from the funky receptionist at our hotel we saw the first shot of art on the website screen and enjoyed. 
This hotel is recommended if you like style and excellent standards. Beautiful! 
Anyway, this is the first blog of many which you can catch almost daily if you place me in your 'favourites' list. -
-live-in-wonder- bhp.


I love you .............

Telling someone 
"I love you" 
in whatever way is always 
delivering good news. 
Nobody will respond by saying, 
"Well, I knew that already....” 
Words of love and affirmation are like bread. 
We need them each day, over and over. 
They keep us alive inside.

Henri Nouwen

Thursday, March 15, 2018

In Iceland with Icelandic Beautiful Humans ..................

In Iceland with Icelandic Beautiful Humans ..................

Why people change:
1.     Slow despair, boredom.
2.     They hurt sufficiently.
3.     The sudden discovery that they can.


Motivation in Communication

My Mate ............


Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Powerful QUOTE from Stephen Hawking

On the train, coming home last night, I dropped these into my Facebook - stardust thoughts - deeper than feelings ...

I used to lead the Rolling Magazine every year for 15 years at the Greenbelt Festival Pipturesques here

 Every year I used to lead the Rolling Magazine every year for 15 years at the Greenbelt Festival - about 20k humans during the bank holiday week-end in August.

I have found these photos, + more, in an old photo album.
We did a two & a half hour show every day - twice a day
packed full of games music dancing developmental spiritual relational communication stuff - non - stop 
madness with meaning .....................

 The Big Top we had was not big enough to get everyone doing the 'knee sit' game so we went outside ........ CLICK TO ENLARGE any of the photos.

Then you can see a few pix of the vibe inside the Big Top & also a great shot of the RM Team having one of our great provided for meals 
(we had our own cooks as part of the team) .
The team peaked at 40 humans when eventually we had our own Film Crew as well - creating some great fun video ......... I must convert some of this to up load here.

There is a book called ' The Rolling Magazine Book' = 100 games & ideas which I can mail to you for £10 if you want?

More pix to come - just got to scan them in.........