.
am all quiet here and that means I am busy and will be offline for next few days.
'Poor communication Wilson' I say.
So much to say and so much to reflect.
will be back soon mehopes
bhp
Friday, January 30, 2004
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
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I think
and I have said this before in a blog
I think the BBC have behaved disgracefully.
Interesting how all the media praised the appointment of Lord Hutton and now because they are being criticized ....... they don't like it. The media are the masters of spin and don't stinking like it when they get a big smack in the mouth.
They look at a blank screen every day and write anything while others are working to run the country.
Will they ever admit they are just spinning to fill their non-stop media hours and hours and ........ zzzzzz
bhp
I think
and I have said this before in a blog
I think the BBC have behaved disgracefully.
Interesting how all the media praised the appointment of Lord Hutton and now because they are being criticized ....... they don't like it. The media are the masters of spin and don't stinking like it when they get a big smack in the mouth.
They look at a blank screen every day and write anything while others are working to run the country.
Will they ever admit they are just spinning to fill their non-stop media hours and hours and ........ zzzzzz
bhp
.
hmmmm ......... I am blogging and there is no groove to place the needle in right now. So here goes ...........
I am always interested in communication. The world is. Life cannot exist without it. To love is to communicate, love is a doing word, and that interests me.
The normal spoken speed is about 125 words per minute. If we measured the speed of thought it is said to be four times that.
So every minute (125 words) of someone is talking to us, we have an extra 400 words of thought time/words/thinking time to manage.
That given, it is a difficult task for the listener/receiver AND pretty much a challenge for the speaker/sender too.
I am interested in communication and that means 'words out' but also 'words in'. We cannot be communicators unless we listen ....... otherwise we may-as-well talk to ourselves! Add to all this the complexity of 'non verbal communication', body language, and we have something in everyday usage open to great misunderstanding.
My work with groups is a challenge. Not only do I aim to communicate but I aim to create an environment and opportunity for everyone there to communicate. Yes listening! Yes verbally and non-verbally expressing themselves.
One big issue here is something I have good conversations about. The issue of our own sensitivity to ourselves. If we are not aware of our own feelings, in touch with them, it seems to me we are in a struggle to understand other humans. So many people I know do not know how they are feeling, being able to put a word to a feeling.
I am happy.
I am frustrated.
I am angry.
I am low.
I am bitter.
I am at peace.
I am ....................... you fill in the space about your feelings now.
I believe we can then become sensitive to others better. From that base of sensitivity we can then decide how best to communicate.
I have had some wondrous experiences of communication in the last 48 hours and my tiny inadequate clicking fingers cannot cope.
I wish I could click as fast as I could talk.
Then of course I would like to click as quick as I could think!
........ what a groove ................. bhp
hmmmm ......... I am blogging and there is no groove to place the needle in right now. So here goes ...........
I am always interested in communication. The world is. Life cannot exist without it. To love is to communicate, love is a doing word, and that interests me.
The normal spoken speed is about 125 words per minute. If we measured the speed of thought it is said to be four times that.
So every minute (125 words) of someone is talking to us, we have an extra 400 words of thought time/words/thinking time to manage.
That given, it is a difficult task for the listener/receiver AND pretty much a challenge for the speaker/sender too.
I am interested in communication and that means 'words out' but also 'words in'. We cannot be communicators unless we listen ....... otherwise we may-as-well talk to ourselves! Add to all this the complexity of 'non verbal communication', body language, and we have something in everyday usage open to great misunderstanding.
My work with groups is a challenge. Not only do I aim to communicate but I aim to create an environment and opportunity for everyone there to communicate. Yes listening! Yes verbally and non-verbally expressing themselves.
One big issue here is something I have good conversations about. The issue of our own sensitivity to ourselves. If we are not aware of our own feelings, in touch with them, it seems to me we are in a struggle to understand other humans. So many people I know do not know how they are feeling, being able to put a word to a feeling.
I am happy.
I am frustrated.
I am angry.
I am low.
I am bitter.
I am at peace.
I am ....................... you fill in the space about your feelings now.
I believe we can then become sensitive to others better. From that base of sensitivity we can then decide how best to communicate.
I have had some wondrous experiences of communication in the last 48 hours and my tiny inadequate clicking fingers cannot cope.
I wish I could click as fast as I could talk.
Then of course I would like to click as quick as I could think!
........ what a groove ................. bhp
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
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God is a DJ
Life is the dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
(Pink)
This is the hook from the new Pink single. Someone saw the poster ad and told me it reminded them of me.
A question;
If life is a dance floor what song are you?
I will have a think and post my answer. At least have a go, even if you don't tell anyone.
bhp
God is a DJ
Life is the dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
(Pink)
This is the hook from the new Pink single. Someone saw the poster ad and told me it reminded them of me.
A question;
If life is a dance floor what song are you?
I will have a think and post my answer. At least have a go, even if you don't tell anyone.
bhp
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Just had a curry with mr singh.
I don't think I have told you about mr singh. I certainly have to some individuals like Andy T who I had a curry with last monday night. Monday is curry night ........ it seems.
Seven years ago a man came into the ymca dining room and sat on his own. He was an old looking man with a long gray beard and a turban in the sikh tradition. Like I do, I paused as I passed and greeted him as I did on successive evenings. Each time a longer exchange until I felt it ok for his comfort that I sat with him and conversed. It was then a regular opportunity to talk with this great man. Eventually others spoke to him and he then went on in developing relationships until he travelled on a week-end adventure with residents and staff to the distant land of Scotland. He made glass models and fire sculptures and built respectful relationships with others from the horrific troubles of kosova, other refugees - and even the local jack-the-lads and girls.
Everyone got to know mr singh and loved his warmth wisdom and stability.
One day I was walking through the ymca and a young man waved at me as I walked by. I stepped on my journey for a moment or two and then I realized that this younger man was mr singh! He had no beard. He had no turban.
All the talk was about mr singh. "He is not mr singh anymore" was the outcry. It became the talk of the ymca town and an adjustment from many as they had not seen the man behind the big beard and the big turban.
Talking with him, having dinner with him, he told me he had done it because he believed that God looked on the inside not the outside. He believed that faith was an inside job and this act was one of faith.
One evening later I was sat with him for dinner at the y and he got to his feet and helped sean with his tray of food. Sean was a schoolteacher and blind. He came into the ymca with his guide dog and Mr singh, with others, always helped sean with that last lap of getting grub to the table ....... and getting him a cup of tea to follow at the end of dinner.
After a while - mr singh got up and left. I said to sean "what do you think of mr singh shaving his beard off?" and he said "I didn't know he had a beard"
What a fantastic thought. He knew mr singh for his warmth and kindness and generosity. We, the rest of us, were disabled by the ability to see the man. Wow I think, how important it is to see the person below the surface and not the outer. I think that is a fab fab story.
About six months ago, Joan Joy myself and mr singh were at the back of our church in romford as the vicar stephen baptised him around the font. This was followed a couple of weeks later by a confirmation by the bishop. Starbucks and a long chat followed that baptism and I have the photos if you want to see one. Just do the pip at dot com thing ........
I could go on ........... but just one last bit of many additions to the story. Before christmas mr singh didn't appear in church so I gave him his christmas present tonight. The six days before christmas he sat with his mother in hospital, night and day until she died on christmas eve. He told us that two minutes before she died, she placed her hands together .." like mother teresa " he said ......... and she died.
Tonight he told me all about the funeral at the home, the sikh temple ( they know I am a christian - he said) and then back to the family home.
I feel a deep sense of wonder with him, for him, about him.
He knows I tell people about him. He stands humble and wonder-full.
Hope you don't mind me sharing part of his story ........ he won't.
bhp
Just had a curry with mr singh.
I don't think I have told you about mr singh. I certainly have to some individuals like Andy T who I had a curry with last monday night. Monday is curry night ........ it seems.
Seven years ago a man came into the ymca dining room and sat on his own. He was an old looking man with a long gray beard and a turban in the sikh tradition. Like I do, I paused as I passed and greeted him as I did on successive evenings. Each time a longer exchange until I felt it ok for his comfort that I sat with him and conversed. It was then a regular opportunity to talk with this great man. Eventually others spoke to him and he then went on in developing relationships until he travelled on a week-end adventure with residents and staff to the distant land of Scotland. He made glass models and fire sculptures and built respectful relationships with others from the horrific troubles of kosova, other refugees - and even the local jack-the-lads and girls.
Everyone got to know mr singh and loved his warmth wisdom and stability.
One day I was walking through the ymca and a young man waved at me as I walked by. I stepped on my journey for a moment or two and then I realized that this younger man was mr singh! He had no beard. He had no turban.
All the talk was about mr singh. "He is not mr singh anymore" was the outcry. It became the talk of the ymca town and an adjustment from many as they had not seen the man behind the big beard and the big turban.
Talking with him, having dinner with him, he told me he had done it because he believed that God looked on the inside not the outside. He believed that faith was an inside job and this act was one of faith.
One evening later I was sat with him for dinner at the y and he got to his feet and helped sean with his tray of food. Sean was a schoolteacher and blind. He came into the ymca with his guide dog and Mr singh, with others, always helped sean with that last lap of getting grub to the table ....... and getting him a cup of tea to follow at the end of dinner.
After a while - mr singh got up and left. I said to sean "what do you think of mr singh shaving his beard off?" and he said "I didn't know he had a beard"
What a fantastic thought. He knew mr singh for his warmth and kindness and generosity. We, the rest of us, were disabled by the ability to see the man. Wow I think, how important it is to see the person below the surface and not the outer. I think that is a fab fab story.
About six months ago, Joan Joy myself and mr singh were at the back of our church in romford as the vicar stephen baptised him around the font. This was followed a couple of weeks later by a confirmation by the bishop. Starbucks and a long chat followed that baptism and I have the photos if you want to see one. Just do the pip at dot com thing ........
I could go on ........... but just one last bit of many additions to the story. Before christmas mr singh didn't appear in church so I gave him his christmas present tonight. The six days before christmas he sat with his mother in hospital, night and day until she died on christmas eve. He told us that two minutes before she died, she placed her hands together .." like mother teresa " he said ......... and she died.
Tonight he told me all about the funeral at the home, the sikh temple ( they know I am a christian - he said) and then back to the family home.
I feel a deep sense of wonder with him, for him, about him.
He knows I tell people about him. He stands humble and wonder-full.
Hope you don't mind me sharing part of his story ........ he won't.
bhp
Sunday, January 25, 2004
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This is a fantastic article I have nicked from wwwatu2.com
who I visit daily. I thought a using a paragraph quote but the whole article says so much to me. Meets me where I am at. Skip it if you wish.
It makes me yearn and churn in a bath of justice. It presses my faith refresh button. hmmm
In the Name of Love: King’s Legacy Lives On
The Daily Journal, January 24, 2004
Michelle Watson
I have been in love with Bono, lead singer of the Irish rock group U2, for 17 years, almost half my life. I went to Atlanta on Jan. 17 in a quest to finally meet him.
But in my single-minded mission, I ended up face to face with issues of civil rights, human rights, justice and equality and with one woman who embodies the spirit of all that and more, Coretta Scott King.
Bono was presented a Salute to Greatness Award by the King Center, which Mrs. King established in 1968 as a living memorial to the legacy of her husband, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. The Salute to Greatness Award is given in recognition of "outstanding efforts toward building Dr. King's 'Beloved Community.' "
I wasn't aware that such an award existed, but because Bono was receiving it, I was willing to drive the nine hours to Atlanta to be there for the presentation. Bono is known -— among U2 fans, at least -— for his entertaining and sometimes rambling acceptance speeches. I couldn't pass up a chance to hear one in person.
His speech was a definite highlight for me. I was touched to see the obvious affection between Bono and Mrs. King. She even referred to him as her new son, and he called her "Mama." Knowing that Bono's mother died when he was 14, and that he has always been a great admirer of Dr. King, I can only imagine what a great honor it is for him to have Mrs. King as a mother figure.
He was also his usual, self-deprecating self. He expressed the difficulty of speaking at the podium following members of the King family. "It's like getting the Beatles to open for a bar band," he said. But I'm not sure why he would be nervous. At times he sounded like a Baptist preacher himself.
Bono's sermon was about AIDS in Africa, and that we all have a duty to end the pandemic there. With the world getting smaller and smaller, the edict to love thy neighbor has new meaning.
The most moving part of his speech for me was when he talked about his song "MLK" being written "as sort of a lullaby for an idea that was dying in our country: the idea of non-violence...All inspired by a black reverend from Atlanta who refused to hate because he thought love would do a better job."
If only more people would honor King's legacy by refusing to hate because love would do a better job.
At the end of the awards dinner, Mrs. King asked us all to join in singing the anthem of the civil rights movement, "We Shall Overcome." I held hands with a stranger to my right and a new friend to my left and felt a great sense of gratitude at how far humanity has come but also a sense of duty to do everything in my power to uphold King's legacy of equality and justice for all.
When everything was over, I rushed up to the stage hoping for a chance to speak with Bono. I had been planning conversations in my head for a month, but I didn't get to carry them out. Amazingly, though, I wasn't disappointed. The evening had been so uplifting, how could I possibly be disappointed?
Besides, something equally special was in store. At the after-dinner reception, I got to meet Coretta Scott King. I could tell she was tired; it had been a long night. But she graciously allowed people to take pictures with her.
I was so humbled to be able to shake her hand. I even had a chance to tell her that I had heard her speak at Franklin College in April, and the one thing that stuck in my mind was her use of the term "adversaries" rather than "enemies," because there is a suggestion of hatred in the word "enemy." She thanked me, and we posed for a picture. I'm going to frame that photo and put it on display prominently in my home to remind myself of the dignity, grace and compassion evident in Mrs. King that we should all strive for.
Spending the evening in the King family's presence inspired me to visit the King Center in Atlanta the next day before I drove back to Indiana. I'm glad I did.
King's story has always fascinated me. I was in awe as I wandered around the glass semicircles in the visitor's center that held photos of King and told the history of the civil rights struggle in America.
I found myself in tears as I saw a photo of a young white girl smiling up at a black man hanging from a tree. My eyes welled up again as I watched a video of Dr. King's funeral, when they played a recording of one of his last sermons. In it, he spoke of his own funeral and what he hoped would be said.
"I'd like someone to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to give his life serving others...I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry. I want you to be able to say that I did try in my life to clothe the naked. I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison. And I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity."
But my heart soared when I read about the black community's determination to end the racist practices of the Montgomery, Ala., bus system and integrate lunch counters in the south. I knew about the Montgomery bus boycott, but I didn't understand what a hardship it was for people to keep up that boycott for a full year. I knew about the sit-ins at lunch counters, but I had no idea the abuse people took. Yet they remained nonviolent.
I left the King Center with a determination to spend every Martin Luther King Jr. Day in service to others. I want to read every book I can find by Dr. King and about him and Mrs. King and their brave struggle to make the world a better place.
I also left thankful that once again, my hero worship of Bono, a pop culture icon, brought me to a greater understanding of Martin Luther King Jr., an American icon whose dream is kept alive by his family, led by a woman who refuses to hate because she thinks love would do a better job.
Michelle Watson is assistant managing editor of production at the Daily Journal.
© 2004 The Daily Journal, Johnson County, Indiana.
Michelle is also a new member of the @U2 News staff.
This is a fantastic article I have nicked from wwwatu2.com
who I visit daily. I thought a using a paragraph quote but the whole article says so much to me. Meets me where I am at. Skip it if you wish.
It makes me yearn and churn in a bath of justice. It presses my faith refresh button. hmmm
In the Name of Love: King’s Legacy Lives On
The Daily Journal, January 24, 2004
Michelle Watson
I have been in love with Bono, lead singer of the Irish rock group U2, for 17 years, almost half my life. I went to Atlanta on Jan. 17 in a quest to finally meet him.
But in my single-minded mission, I ended up face to face with issues of civil rights, human rights, justice and equality and with one woman who embodies the spirit of all that and more, Coretta Scott King.
Bono was presented a Salute to Greatness Award by the King Center, which Mrs. King established in 1968 as a living memorial to the legacy of her husband, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. The Salute to Greatness Award is given in recognition of "outstanding efforts toward building Dr. King's 'Beloved Community.' "
I wasn't aware that such an award existed, but because Bono was receiving it, I was willing to drive the nine hours to Atlanta to be there for the presentation. Bono is known -— among U2 fans, at least -— for his entertaining and sometimes rambling acceptance speeches. I couldn't pass up a chance to hear one in person.
His speech was a definite highlight for me. I was touched to see the obvious affection between Bono and Mrs. King. She even referred to him as her new son, and he called her "Mama." Knowing that Bono's mother died when he was 14, and that he has always been a great admirer of Dr. King, I can only imagine what a great honor it is for him to have Mrs. King as a mother figure.
He was also his usual, self-deprecating self. He expressed the difficulty of speaking at the podium following members of the King family. "It's like getting the Beatles to open for a bar band," he said. But I'm not sure why he would be nervous. At times he sounded like a Baptist preacher himself.
Bono's sermon was about AIDS in Africa, and that we all have a duty to end the pandemic there. With the world getting smaller and smaller, the edict to love thy neighbor has new meaning.
The most moving part of his speech for me was when he talked about his song "MLK" being written "as sort of a lullaby for an idea that was dying in our country: the idea of non-violence...All inspired by a black reverend from Atlanta who refused to hate because he thought love would do a better job."
If only more people would honor King's legacy by refusing to hate because love would do a better job.
At the end of the awards dinner, Mrs. King asked us all to join in singing the anthem of the civil rights movement, "We Shall Overcome." I held hands with a stranger to my right and a new friend to my left and felt a great sense of gratitude at how far humanity has come but also a sense of duty to do everything in my power to uphold King's legacy of equality and justice for all.
When everything was over, I rushed up to the stage hoping for a chance to speak with Bono. I had been planning conversations in my head for a month, but I didn't get to carry them out. Amazingly, though, I wasn't disappointed. The evening had been so uplifting, how could I possibly be disappointed?
Besides, something equally special was in store. At the after-dinner reception, I got to meet Coretta Scott King. I could tell she was tired; it had been a long night. But she graciously allowed people to take pictures with her.
I was so humbled to be able to shake her hand. I even had a chance to tell her that I had heard her speak at Franklin College in April, and the one thing that stuck in my mind was her use of the term "adversaries" rather than "enemies," because there is a suggestion of hatred in the word "enemy." She thanked me, and we posed for a picture. I'm going to frame that photo and put it on display prominently in my home to remind myself of the dignity, grace and compassion evident in Mrs. King that we should all strive for.
Spending the evening in the King family's presence inspired me to visit the King Center in Atlanta the next day before I drove back to Indiana. I'm glad I did.
King's story has always fascinated me. I was in awe as I wandered around the glass semicircles in the visitor's center that held photos of King and told the history of the civil rights struggle in America.
I found myself in tears as I saw a photo of a young white girl smiling up at a black man hanging from a tree. My eyes welled up again as I watched a video of Dr. King's funeral, when they played a recording of one of his last sermons. In it, he spoke of his own funeral and what he hoped would be said.
"I'd like someone to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to give his life serving others...I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry. I want you to be able to say that I did try in my life to clothe the naked. I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison. And I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity."
But my heart soared when I read about the black community's determination to end the racist practices of the Montgomery, Ala., bus system and integrate lunch counters in the south. I knew about the Montgomery bus boycott, but I didn't understand what a hardship it was for people to keep up that boycott for a full year. I knew about the sit-ins at lunch counters, but I had no idea the abuse people took. Yet they remained nonviolent.
I left the King Center with a determination to spend every Martin Luther King Jr. Day in service to others. I want to read every book I can find by Dr. King and about him and Mrs. King and their brave struggle to make the world a better place.
I also left thankful that once again, my hero worship of Bono, a pop culture icon, brought me to a greater understanding of Martin Luther King Jr., an American icon whose dream is kept alive by his family, led by a woman who refuses to hate because she thinks love would do a better job.
Michelle Watson is assistant managing editor of production at the Daily Journal.
© 2004 The Daily Journal, Johnson County, Indiana.
Michelle is also a new member of the @U2 News staff.
Friday, January 23, 2004
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clicking dis on my piptop ..........
I am away with the people who have decided to give to an Association which cares for the whole of the YMCA Staff across four nations. Ireland, Scotland, Wales and yes England. APS (Association of Professional Staff) is a group I have belonged to for a few years and I am on my last elected lap. I end in June.
Fine folks.
Fine purpose.
Massive need.
7000 of them/us
We can be so self contained;
in ourselves ...... shudder the thought
in our own staff team ........ hmmm
in our own local ymca ....... vital to be a community but
in the four nations we can bring beautiful exchanges of learning, challenge, training, growth in spirit and the rest of the package we need.
So here I am loving it loving it ...... at a conference centre called High Leigh in Hodderston. I love this place and I will be here soon for a Greenbelt Angels w/e and then a Can Opener Conference with the ymca. The environment can so add to the mission of the conference.
I will be left with some enhanced relationships and a new vision for the ymca staff for the next year. We have needs and we can meet so many by sharing together.
I am feeling good thanx.
A few life decisions to make. Have you?
Me and Joan just talk. We talk so much about alsorts and that is good.
I am looking forward to eating out with Ann and Joan at the w/e and having a good catchup before she flies to Hong Kong. I love my daughters ..... sorry ....... our daughters.
Music at the moment ...... Nelly is on, with all the others, from my itunes mactop mix
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
clicking dis on my piptop ..........
I am away with the people who have decided to give to an Association which cares for the whole of the YMCA Staff across four nations. Ireland, Scotland, Wales and yes England. APS (Association of Professional Staff) is a group I have belonged to for a few years and I am on my last elected lap. I end in June.
Fine folks.
Fine purpose.
Massive need.
7000 of them/us
We can be so self contained;
in ourselves ...... shudder the thought
in our own staff team ........ hmmm
in our own local ymca ....... vital to be a community but
in the four nations we can bring beautiful exchanges of learning, challenge, training, growth in spirit and the rest of the package we need.
So here I am loving it loving it ...... at a conference centre called High Leigh in Hodderston. I love this place and I will be here soon for a Greenbelt Angels w/e and then a Can Opener Conference with the ymca. The environment can so add to the mission of the conference.
I will be left with some enhanced relationships and a new vision for the ymca staff for the next year. We have needs and we can meet so many by sharing together.
I am feeling good thanx.
A few life decisions to make. Have you?
Me and Joan just talk. We talk so much about alsorts and that is good.
I am looking forward to eating out with Ann and Joan at the w/e and having a good catchup before she flies to Hong Kong. I love my daughters ..... sorry ....... our daughters.
Music at the moment ...... Nelly is on, with all the others, from my itunes mactop mix
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Ever tried to lead an 'experiential-personal development-informal education' group on an escalator?
I just did.
With a core group of about six humans, the scene kept shifting with people coming and going as we tried to do some real level five stuff.
I did happen, the good stuff that is. We did the sharing of feelings/personal position right now. We then did do a sharing thing about when these special people were at their worst. So powerful and so tough to do ..... for me too.
We then did the ending with a positive, the being honest about what we want for the future ....... an ideal hmmm.
i don't know how to do this stuff. It is just-a-busking it.
The core values are the acceptance and inclusion of all.
The strive for self revelation.
The emphasis on openness and truth ........ feelings not opinions.(there is a massive difference. In fact I strive all the time to avoid the decline into opinions)
A big strive is to provide a fertile ground to enable growth to happen.
I don't know if you are with me in all this but this is the reality for me and that is what I blog..
Reflection:
I really do feel deep love for these humans becoming.
They come to the group freely.
They share with such guts.
They are honest to a level of hurt.
They look onwards and forwards too.
There is chemical influence in the souls of some.
I take risks with lives but it must be done.
I believe .....................................................
Ever tried to lead an 'experiential-personal development-informal education' group on an escalator?
I just did.
With a core group of about six humans, the scene kept shifting with people coming and going as we tried to do some real level five stuff.
I did happen, the good stuff that is. We did the sharing of feelings/personal position right now. We then did do a sharing thing about when these special people were at their worst. So powerful and so tough to do ..... for me too.
We then did the ending with a positive, the being honest about what we want for the future ....... an ideal hmmm.
i don't know how to do this stuff. It is just-a-busking it.
The core values are the acceptance and inclusion of all.
The strive for self revelation.
The emphasis on openness and truth ........ feelings not opinions.(there is a massive difference. In fact I strive all the time to avoid the decline into opinions)
A big strive is to provide a fertile ground to enable growth to happen.
I don't know if you are with me in all this but this is the reality for me and that is what I blog..
Reflection:
I really do feel deep love for these humans becoming.
They come to the group freely.
They share with such guts.
They are honest to a level of hurt.
They look onwards and forwards too.
There is chemical influence in the souls of some.
I take risks with lives but it must be done.
I believe .....................................................
Thursday, January 22, 2004
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I just love the humans I work with.
I love my friends and family.
but ...... I love the people I work with.
They are so good to me.
They offer me so much
so much
from their
richness
and
their
poorness
I have this deep feeling which I can only say is love.
I cannot tell them that I love them
like it really is
I do tell them.
Have told them today.
but
words
inarticulate
words cannot express the yearnings of the heart.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I just love the humans I work with.
I love my friends and family.
but ...... I love the people I work with.
They are so good to me.
They offer me so much
so much
from their
richness
and
their
poorness
I have this deep feeling which I can only say is love.
I cannot tell them that I love them
like it really is
I do tell them.
Have told them today.
but
words
inarticulate
words cannot express the yearnings of the heart.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Strange Days
we might love someone who's an enemy
we might break the laws of entropy
and we might learn respect
you might even listen to me
in the strange days of our lives
we might breathe clean air, swim a cobalt sea
we might stop a war, act with gallantry
and we might read a book
improve our memory
in the strange days of our lives
we might keep the faith, seek truth, speak honestly
we might even pull the plugs on our TVs
we might help the poor
and learn geography
in the strange days of our lives
From the album "Outdoor Elvis," (c)1989 Broken Songs. Words and music by Camarillo Eddyhttp://www.danielamos.com/swirly/outdoorelvis/strangedays.html
Strange Days
we might love someone who's an enemy
we might break the laws of entropy
and we might learn respect
you might even listen to me
in the strange days of our lives
we might breathe clean air, swim a cobalt sea
we might stop a war, act with gallantry
and we might read a book
improve our memory
in the strange days of our lives
we might keep the faith, seek truth, speak honestly
we might even pull the plugs on our TVs
we might help the poor
and learn geography
in the strange days of our lives
From the album "Outdoor Elvis," (c)1989 Broken Songs. Words and music by Camarillo Eddyhttp://www.danielamos.com/swirly/outdoorelvis/strangedays.html
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
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Part of my work, my mission, is always listening to people in a way that affirms the human person or persons I am with.
With the mess they often know they are in, there is a need always, that I confirm in them that they are a living human no matter what they are like.
Confirming in them that they are beautiful human persons no matter what they are like. Their behaviour, their language, their physical frame, their drug induced state, their stumbling inarticulateness. They need to have it confirmed that they are a human becoming.
There are factors which I believe are vital as I enter into a helping relationship with them.
One big one is ....... the willingness to listen to myself. I need to form a helping relationship with myself so I can develop. That means listening to my own soul and this sort of reflection helps. If I am to facilitate growth and development in others, I must facilitate the same in myself. This is a touching experience for me. It touches my richness and my poorness.
pipbecoming
Part of my work, my mission, is always listening to people in a way that affirms the human person or persons I am with.
With the mess they often know they are in, there is a need always, that I confirm in them that they are a living human no matter what they are like.
Confirming in them that they are beautiful human persons no matter what they are like. Their behaviour, their language, their physical frame, their drug induced state, their stumbling inarticulateness. They need to have it confirmed that they are a human becoming.
There are factors which I believe are vital as I enter into a helping relationship with them.
One big one is ....... the willingness to listen to myself. I need to form a helping relationship with myself so I can develop. That means listening to my own soul and this sort of reflection helps. If I am to facilitate growth and development in others, I must facilitate the same in myself. This is a touching experience for me. It touches my richness and my poorness.
pipbecoming
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This is a letter I have created ................. to special people.
Dear name
Thanx for your giving to the group last night. I am aware that it was a bit like having a real vivid honest discussion on a moving staircase. So I appreciate your efforts all the more.
There was fantastic sharing going on – even amongst the walking in and out of other people. The reason why I encourage this sort of sharing is to touch real feelings and when we do that we are more accepting of the reality – the real depth of our feelings. I believe that, if we are honest with these feelings, we can move on from that base of honesty to a better life.
All of us have gone through stuff in our lives which have left scars. What I am aiming for is to help the group to create a good vibe which then, the group itself, becomes a helping environment. It only works if people are honest and you were last night.
So …………… I write with appreciation and an encouragement to press on. We can be like an octopus which squirts out a cloud to cover up the fears and threats, wanting to cloud out from view the real threats. Last night you faced the real and that makes us stronger as individuals and as a group ……. It seems to me.
pipbhp
This is a letter I have created ................. to special people.
Dear name
Thanx for your giving to the group last night. I am aware that it was a bit like having a real vivid honest discussion on a moving staircase. So I appreciate your efforts all the more.
There was fantastic sharing going on – even amongst the walking in and out of other people. The reason why I encourage this sort of sharing is to touch real feelings and when we do that we are more accepting of the reality – the real depth of our feelings. I believe that, if we are honest with these feelings, we can move on from that base of honesty to a better life.
All of us have gone through stuff in our lives which have left scars. What I am aiming for is to help the group to create a good vibe which then, the group itself, becomes a helping environment. It only works if people are honest and you were last night.
So …………… I write with appreciation and an encouragement to press on. We can be like an octopus which squirts out a cloud to cover up the fears and threats, wanting to cloud out from view the real threats. Last night you faced the real and that makes us stronger as individuals and as a group ……. It seems to me.
pipbhp
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
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Out with Andy Curry tonight in Brick Lane. For those in distant lands, this is the China Town of India. It is near to Liverpool Street Station, the City and the Greenbelt office. It is the home to a wealth of beautiful Curry Houses which is tempting to lots of City of London workers and us!
I am listening to radio 3 as I blog with the two usual late night non-animal, non-human friends. It has been a busy day and still more work to do after this. Stink, I need to be up early in the morning because the gas man is coming to maintain the boiler. Then I will be working until midnight tomorrow. My usual sleep-in-a-bit is lost!
I am away a lot this week so my blogs my stutter like the train I returned to Romford on tonight. Hmmm I love the iMac as I travel. Listening to the Outkast album for the last couple of days and I am sure it will stretch to another two. It is so fresh and crisp with quality. It really dashes around my ears and demands a listen.
Thinking about today:-
I have been blogging about behaviour because I am confronted with negative examples in my work. It damages the giver and receiver. It seems to me that obnoxious behaviour is like an octopus squirting out murky torrents to cloud the feelings of hurt and uncomfortable emotion. The articulate squirt out words. The tough squirt violence or aggression. The Clever squirt out wit or escapist humour..
What do you squirt out.?
Now to be fair, I must answer that myself but will give you a minute to enable you to reflect and consult your soul.
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I try to squirt positives, humour, human touch, facial expression.
But
that is ducking the question.
I pause to think.
When I feel inadequate and threatened .......
I squirt clouds of ....... glibness, joky-ness, self confidence, and passion.
My life of training has made me, helped me, hindered me so that I don't lose my temper and shout and scream.
Cannot believe I clicked that but I had to dig deep and be honest about something new.
Like us all, it seems to me, I cannot always bear the self-confrontation that reflection brings. Like us all, I need to talk that out with people so I can make it more real and learn from it.
whew ........... never intended a blog like this.
Thats a benefit from reflection I guess.
bhp
Out with Andy Curry tonight in Brick Lane. For those in distant lands, this is the China Town of India. It is near to Liverpool Street Station, the City and the Greenbelt office. It is the home to a wealth of beautiful Curry Houses which is tempting to lots of City of London workers and us!
I am listening to radio 3 as I blog with the two usual late night non-animal, non-human friends. It has been a busy day and still more work to do after this. Stink, I need to be up early in the morning because the gas man is coming to maintain the boiler. Then I will be working until midnight tomorrow. My usual sleep-in-a-bit is lost!
I am away a lot this week so my blogs my stutter like the train I returned to Romford on tonight. Hmmm I love the iMac as I travel. Listening to the Outkast album for the last couple of days and I am sure it will stretch to another two. It is so fresh and crisp with quality. It really dashes around my ears and demands a listen.
Thinking about today:-
I have been blogging about behaviour because I am confronted with negative examples in my work. It damages the giver and receiver. It seems to me that obnoxious behaviour is like an octopus squirting out murky torrents to cloud the feelings of hurt and uncomfortable emotion. The articulate squirt out words. The tough squirt violence or aggression. The Clever squirt out wit or escapist humour..
What do you squirt out.?
Now to be fair, I must answer that myself but will give you a minute to enable you to reflect and consult your soul.
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
I try to squirt positives, humour, human touch, facial expression.
But
that is ducking the question.
I pause to think.
When I feel inadequate and threatened .......
I squirt clouds of ....... glibness, joky-ness, self confidence, and passion.
My life of training has made me, helped me, hindered me so that I don't lose my temper and shout and scream.
Cannot believe I clicked that but I had to dig deep and be honest about something new.
Like us all, it seems to me, I cannot always bear the self-confrontation that reflection brings. Like us all, I need to talk that out with people so I can make it more real and learn from it.
whew ........... never intended a blog like this.
Thats a benefit from reflection I guess.
bhp
Monday, January 19, 2004
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U2 fans only
some hot stuff here:-
By Any Other Name
We know you’re wary of false idols in these lean times. But U2log.com has some authentic, honest-to-goodness scoops for you: can you say “working song titles”? We’re not at liberty to name our industry sources, but we can vouch for their accuracy. These titles are subject to change, so they could easily be different in their official release.Omnia mutantur and all that.
What we know:
“Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own”… is a version of the song Bono sang at his father’s funeral in 2001. This one you probably knew; it’s been buzzed about since 2001 — note, however, one source suggests it’s “Can”, not “Can’t”.
“Sky Hawk”… was described to us as “epic, highbrow rock,” and is intended for the soundtrack to a major 2004 superhero film — and therefore, could end up as the first song to reach the public.
“Love And Peace Or Else”… is reportedly “bluesy.”
“Jahweh”… is a title that, you may recall, we slipped to you a while back. One source made a case for it as “one of the greatest songs U2 have ever recorded.” Make of that what you will…
U2 fans only
some hot stuff here:-
By Any Other Name
We know you’re wary of false idols in these lean times. But U2log.com has some authentic, honest-to-goodness scoops for you: can you say “working song titles”? We’re not at liberty to name our industry sources, but we can vouch for their accuracy. These titles are subject to change, so they could easily be different in their official release.Omnia mutantur and all that.
What we know:
“Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own”… is a version of the song Bono sang at his father’s funeral in 2001. This one you probably knew; it’s been buzzed about since 2001 — note, however, one source suggests it’s “Can”, not “Can’t”.
“Sky Hawk”… was described to us as “epic, highbrow rock,” and is intended for the soundtrack to a major 2004 superhero film — and therefore, could end up as the first song to reach the public.
“Love And Peace Or Else”… is reportedly “bluesy.”
“Jahweh”… is a title that, you may recall, we slipped to you a while back. One source made a case for it as “one of the greatest songs U2 have ever recorded.” Make of that what you will…
Sunday, January 18, 2004
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I am sat on my wi-fi + fav armchair and listening to pete tong streaming down from net to lazy sunday afternoon me.
Tong IS on the programme this week. Will somebody tell the bbc that I don't like it one of my favorite radio programmes has someone sitting in too damn often. This year it has all gone pete tong. Alternatives are not good enough. I tape and then don't want it.
We had a fab lamb roast dinner after church today. Now Joan is watching the football as the norm. And I love the wi-fi and am delighted that Martin has got it installed see http://pab.angellane.org/ so that means when I visit Joy, I am instantly and streamingly good online.
think about this
I ask a young woman why she is crying.
She says I communicated she was unattractive.
She says someone told her yesterday she was unattractive.
She said she has always felt unattractive.
I made that up. Sometimes we meet and interact with humans and there is conflict. Sometimes it is our interaction which is the last straw.
Tears or in some cases more obnoxious behaviour and even violence.
Behaviour it seems to me is NOT only about the immediate. Often the damage has been done over the years or certainly a long time ago.
I have worked with humans all my life who have, it is said, have 'behavioural problems'. Certainly I have experienced terrorized sleep all too often. Once I remember Joan getting up in the middle of the night and being violently sick. This was all due to the tension I was living under and she was picking up the damage second hand. These were the east-end London days. Gangs. Professional crime. Professional violence. I shiver now at the thought.
It is vital to look beyond the behaviour ..... I keep saying in these blogs.
To only feel the tears or see the tears is not enough. The story, the journey of the weeping human is all part of the behaviour and therefore our response. We need to be response-able. Respond with love no matter what.
"there is no such a thing as a difficult person, only difficult behaviour"
I need to think more about this as it is vital for life ............. that person I will next see weeping ........... and myself.
liveinwonder
bhp
"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
and
love like you have never been hurt"
I am sat on my wi-fi + fav armchair and listening to pete tong streaming down from net to lazy sunday afternoon me.
Tong IS on the programme this week. Will somebody tell the bbc that I don't like it one of my favorite radio programmes has someone sitting in too damn often. This year it has all gone pete tong. Alternatives are not good enough. I tape and then don't want it.
We had a fab lamb roast dinner after church today. Now Joan is watching the football as the norm. And I love the wi-fi and am delighted that Martin has got it installed see http://pab.angellane.org/ so that means when I visit Joy, I am instantly and streamingly good online.
think about this
I ask a young woman why she is crying.
She says I communicated she was unattractive.
She says someone told her yesterday she was unattractive.
She said she has always felt unattractive.
I made that up. Sometimes we meet and interact with humans and there is conflict. Sometimes it is our interaction which is the last straw.
Tears or in some cases more obnoxious behaviour and even violence.
Behaviour it seems to me is NOT only about the immediate. Often the damage has been done over the years or certainly a long time ago.
I have worked with humans all my life who have, it is said, have 'behavioural problems'. Certainly I have experienced terrorized sleep all too often. Once I remember Joan getting up in the middle of the night and being violently sick. This was all due to the tension I was living under and she was picking up the damage second hand. These were the east-end London days. Gangs. Professional crime. Professional violence. I shiver now at the thought.
It is vital to look beyond the behaviour ..... I keep saying in these blogs.
To only feel the tears or see the tears is not enough. The story, the journey of the weeping human is all part of the behaviour and therefore our response. We need to be response-able. Respond with love no matter what.
"there is no such a thing as a difficult person, only difficult behaviour"
I need to think more about this as it is vital for life ............. that person I will next see weeping ........... and myself.
liveinwonder
bhp
"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
and
love like you have never been hurt"
.
I am sat on my wi-fi + fav armchair and listening to pete tong streaming down from net to lazy sunday afternoon me.
Tong IS on the programme this week. Will somebody tell the bbc that I don't like it one of my favorite radio programmes has someone sitting in too damn often. This year it has all gone pete tong. Alternatives are not good enough. I tape and then don't want it.
We had a fab lamb roast dinner after church today. Now Joan is watching the football as the norm. And I love the wi-fi and am delighted that Martin has got it installed see http://pab.angellane.org/ so that means when I visit Joy, I am instantly and streamingly good online.
think about this
I ask a young woman why she is crying.
She says I communicated she was unattractive.
She says someone told her yesterday she was unattractive.
She said she has always felt unattractive.
I made that up. Sometimes we meet and interact with humans and there is conflict. Sometimes it is our interaction which is the last straw.
Tears or in some cases more obnoxious behaviour and even violence.
Behaviour it seems to me is NOT only about the immediate. Often the damage has been done over the years or certainly a long time ago.
I have worked with humans all my life who have, it is said, have 'behavioural problems'. Certainly I have experienced terrorized sleep all too often. Once I remember Joan getting up in the middle of the night and being violently sick. This was all due to the tension I was living under and she was picking up the damage second hand. These were the east-end London days. Gangs. Professional crime. Professional violence. I shiver now at the thought.
It is vital to look beyond the behaviour ..... I keep saying in these blogs.
To only feel the tears or see the tears is not enough. The story, the journey of the weeping human is all part of the behaviour and therefore our response. We need to be response-able. Respond with love no matter what.
"there is no such a thing as a difficult person, only difficult behaviour"
I need to think more about this as it is vital for life ............. that person I will next see weeping ........... and myself.
liveinwonder
bhp
"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
and
love like you have never been hurt"
I am sat on my wi-fi + fav armchair and listening to pete tong streaming down from net to lazy sunday afternoon me.
Tong IS on the programme this week. Will somebody tell the bbc that I don't like it one of my favorite radio programmes has someone sitting in too damn often. This year it has all gone pete tong. Alternatives are not good enough. I tape and then don't want it.
We had a fab lamb roast dinner after church today. Now Joan is watching the football as the norm. And I love the wi-fi and am delighted that Martin has got it installed see http://pab.angellane.org/ so that means when I visit Joy, I am instantly and streamingly good online.
think about this
I ask a young woman why she is crying.
She says I communicated she was unattractive.
She says someone told her yesterday she was unattractive.
She said she has always felt unattractive.
I made that up. Sometimes we meet and interact with humans and there is conflict. Sometimes it is our interaction which is the last straw.
Tears or in some cases more obnoxious behaviour and even violence.
Behaviour it seems to me is NOT only about the immediate. Often the damage has been done over the years or certainly a long time ago.
I have worked with humans all my life who have, it is said, have 'behavioural problems'. Certainly I have experienced terrorized sleep all too often. Once I remember Joan getting up in the middle of the night and being violently sick. This was all due to the tension I was living under and she was picking up the damage second hand. These were the east-end London days. Gangs. Professional crime. Professional violence. I shiver now at the thought.
It is vital to look beyond the behaviour ..... I keep saying in these blogs.
To only feel the tears or see the tears is not enough. The story, the journey of the weeping human is all part of the behaviour and therefore our response. We need to be response-able. Respond with love no matter what.
"there is no such a thing as a difficult person, only difficult behaviour"
I need to think more about this as it is vital for life ............. that person I will next see weeping ........... and myself.
liveinwonder
bhp
"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
and
love like you have never been hurt"
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This is Paul (Angel ...... I call him) ..... he blogs in a fine and pix way on http://pab.angellane.org/
He and one other beautiful human, have picked up on the questions I blogged about a few days ago. Have a read at these and why not have a go yourself?
What one object do you always carry with you?
My iPod. Some say I'm never without my laptop, but I'm consciously trying to break that habit.
What is your most unappealing habit?
Cutting people off mid-sentence.
Do you believe in life after death?
Yes, but it still unnerves me.
Which living person do you most admire?
Bits of Larry Wall, bits of Bill Drummond.
What is your greatest regret?
Not staying in London? There must be more, but this is all that comes to mind right now.
What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Look for art/creativity in everything
thanx pab
bhp
This is Paul (Angel ...... I call him) ..... he blogs in a fine and pix way on http://pab.angellane.org/
He and one other beautiful human, have picked up on the questions I blogged about a few days ago. Have a read at these and why not have a go yourself?
What one object do you always carry with you?
My iPod. Some say I'm never without my laptop, but I'm consciously trying to break that habit.
What is your most unappealing habit?
Cutting people off mid-sentence.
Do you believe in life after death?
Yes, but it still unnerves me.
Which living person do you most admire?
Bits of Larry Wall, bits of Bill Drummond.
What is your greatest regret?
Not staying in London? There must be more, but this is all that comes to mind right now.
What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Look for art/creativity in everything
thanx pab
bhp
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....blogerdyblog here
pip diddy here
or
as my daughters would say
pipdaddy here
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Feel I have been unblogged for ages ..... I have been busy and have had three Greenbelt meetings this week ........ meetings is a poor description.
We have been doing the biz to plan and deliver the best festival in the world ..... in my humble opinion.
It is a an experience that cannot be described. Just get there this year and enjoy.
You can get a taste of the festival on the coming week-end when greenbelt goes conference centre rather than racecourse.
Details on
www.greenbelt.org.uk
Now i am here at home and drinking my favorite Cointreau and a nice cigar. Joan has gone to bed and me and Zig are keeping the lounge warm as the tv churns out tacky 'sunday newspaper' ads and pushes old late night movies in your face.
The Friday gathering of about 80/90 Greenbelters was a brainstorming of Ideas for the festival in August ...... the theme being
"Freedom Bound"
It was electric being among all these people ...... most I did not know. We buzzed with ideas and laughed, really laughed. We scrambled on each others backs with new ideas .......... I love this community of kingdom people.
Paul came all the way from Guernsey. We know each other lovingly well but have only talked in the context of a group of people late night after every night of greenbelt for the last four years. This time we shared the gb gathering together and a couple of pints after. Twas wonderful.
So much to say but one special touch was to discover that a couple we worked with in Mobberley Boys Approved School, nearly 40 years ago, was the Vicar of pauls church in Guernsey sometime later. Small world. Beautiful.
It was great to have him stay the night, cigar together, munch some cheese and drink some late night beer. hmmm
Then all day saturday the Greenbelt Trustees spent a day of visioning and forging wondrous direction These humans are good to be with. All intensely committed to a christian way which is on the edge. Love it love it and ..... it was exhausting for the mind but great for the soul.
Was great to see Joan again after a busy week.
Ann is home from Barbados.
Joy is preparing for New York.
It is church in the morning and then the rest of the the day as recovery from the week and prep for the forthcoming life of mission. I need to clear a bulging iMac inbox. My head needs to catch up, my mind needs a pace change, my soul needs to have the refresh button pressed a few times. And, I can tell, I need to read something. That is good for me.
So that is a little of me.
I write coz I need to.
I need to reflect and learn this life thing.
How do you learn life?
Have a good day today and liveinwonder.
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....blogerdyblog here
pip diddy here
or
as my daughters would say
pipdaddy here
=====================
Feel I have been unblogged for ages ..... I have been busy and have had three Greenbelt meetings this week ........ meetings is a poor description.
We have been doing the biz to plan and deliver the best festival in the world ..... in my humble opinion.
It is a an experience that cannot be described. Just get there this year and enjoy.
You can get a taste of the festival on the coming week-end when greenbelt goes conference centre rather than racecourse.
Details on
www.greenbelt.org.uk
Now i am here at home and drinking my favorite Cointreau and a nice cigar. Joan has gone to bed and me and Zig are keeping the lounge warm as the tv churns out tacky 'sunday newspaper' ads and pushes old late night movies in your face.
The Friday gathering of about 80/90 Greenbelters was a brainstorming of Ideas for the festival in August ...... the theme being
"Freedom Bound"
It was electric being among all these people ...... most I did not know. We buzzed with ideas and laughed, really laughed. We scrambled on each others backs with new ideas .......... I love this community of kingdom people.
Paul came all the way from Guernsey. We know each other lovingly well but have only talked in the context of a group of people late night after every night of greenbelt for the last four years. This time we shared the gb gathering together and a couple of pints after. Twas wonderful.
So much to say but one special touch was to discover that a couple we worked with in Mobberley Boys Approved School, nearly 40 years ago, was the Vicar of pauls church in Guernsey sometime later. Small world. Beautiful.
It was great to have him stay the night, cigar together, munch some cheese and drink some late night beer. hmmm
Then all day saturday the Greenbelt Trustees spent a day of visioning and forging wondrous direction These humans are good to be with. All intensely committed to a christian way which is on the edge. Love it love it and ..... it was exhausting for the mind but great for the soul.
Was great to see Joan again after a busy week.
Ann is home from Barbados.
Joy is preparing for New York.
It is church in the morning and then the rest of the the day as recovery from the week and prep for the forthcoming life of mission. I need to clear a bulging iMac inbox. My head needs to catch up, my mind needs a pace change, my soul needs to have the refresh button pressed a few times. And, I can tell, I need to read something. That is good for me.
So that is a little of me.
I write coz I need to.
I need to reflect and learn this life thing.
How do you learn life?
Have a good day today and liveinwonder.
Friday, January 16, 2004
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well ........... got my tickets for zero 7
ordered my first album of the year = kelis
so many good albums coming up .... I groan with desire and an inability to buy them all .......... that is why the radio is so vital for my music ...... and the 'welded in into my soul' ........... my ipod ......
Even the ipod ....... you still have to source the thing ...... it is only a juke box after all.
Have i told you about my real:-
1950 Rockola max Juke box?
I must tell you the story sometime ...........
bhp
well ........... got my tickets for zero 7
ordered my first album of the year = kelis
so many good albums coming up .... I groan with desire and an inability to buy them all .......... that is why the radio is so vital for my music ...... and the 'welded in into my soul' ........... my ipod ......
Even the ipod ....... you still have to source the thing ...... it is only a juke box after all.
Have i told you about my real:-
1950 Rockola max Juke box?
I must tell you the story sometime ...........
bhp
.
well ........... got my tickets for zero 7
ordered my first album of the year = kelis
so many good albums coming up .... I groan with desire and an inability to buy them all .......... that is why the radio is so vital for my music ...... and the 'welded in into my soul' ........... my ipod ......
Even the ipod ....... you still have to source the thing ...... it is only a juke box after all.
Have i told you about my real:-
1950 Rockola max Juke box?
I must tell you the story sometime ...........
bhp
well ........... got my tickets for zero 7
ordered my first album of the year = kelis
so many good albums coming up .... I groan with desire and an inability to buy them all .......... that is why the radio is so vital for my music ...... and the 'welded in into my soul' ........... my ipod ......
Even the ipod ....... you still have to source the thing ...... it is only a juke box after all.
Have i told you about my real:-
1950 Rockola max Juke box?
I must tell you the story sometime ...........
bhp
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This weeks Gilles Peterson is wicked.
Tunes pulled in by bike, unheard and fresh from recording the day before the show, all hot stuff. There is a direct link from my home page ( www.pipwilson.com ) to his where you can stream the whole 2 hour programme ...... I guess only if you are on broadband.
You may not recognize any of the below but that is the thing which excites ....... new stuff is pushing the boundaries of the art, the beauty of music ....... a mars bar for the soul. Have a taste and see if you like.
Jazzanova have been favs of mine for a few years and an interesting radio programme I also record weekly is the 'one world' radio one show. Midnight Thursdays. ..... underground dance music from around the globe. There is a Jazzanova special there for you now, for two hours hmmmm .......... I listen now on the imac as I clickdakeystoyou
GILLES PETERSON RADIO SHOW 15.01.04
Mr.De' - 'Whonleeone' (Electrofunk)
Irfane - 'A Matter Of Time' (Talkin Loud Test)
Jazzanova - 'Boom Clicky Boom Clack (It's Wot we Do)' (Talkin Loud Test)
Jazztronik - 'Samurai' (Especial)
Gene Harris - 'Latin Love Funk Song (Bugz n The Attic re-work)' (Blue Note Test)
Lizz Fields - 'When I See Love (TY Remix)' (Unisex)
Roy Ayers - 'On What A Lonely Feeling' (BBE)
Q Tip - 'Scram Jones' (White)
Q Tip - 'Compute' (White)
Q Tip - 'Official' (White)
Context Feat. Grand Puba - 'Just Music' (Jonny B)
N.E.R.D - 'Don't Worry About It ' (Star Trax)
Five Deez - 'Kinkynasti' (K7)
Build An Ark - 'You've Gotta Have Freedom' (White)
RSL - 'Love Will Be Strong' (White)
Intuit - 'Western Sunrise' feat.Andy Bey & Muneer B. Fennell (White)
Troublemakers - 'Every day is an Extension Of Yesterday' (Blue Note)
Jeffrey Williams - 'Some How' (White)
Hu Vibrational - 'Joyful Road' (Soul Jazz)
Zero 7 - 'Home' (Ultimate Dilemma)
Mark De Clive Lowe -'4.Y.V' (White)
Joseph Malik - 'Untitled' (Compost white)
Dance like no-one is watching
Sing like no-one is listening
and
Love like you have never been hurt.
This weeks Gilles Peterson is wicked.
Tunes pulled in by bike, unheard and fresh from recording the day before the show, all hot stuff. There is a direct link from my home page ( www.pipwilson.com ) to his where you can stream the whole 2 hour programme ...... I guess only if you are on broadband.
You may not recognize any of the below but that is the thing which excites ....... new stuff is pushing the boundaries of the art, the beauty of music ....... a mars bar for the soul. Have a taste and see if you like.
Jazzanova have been favs of mine for a few years and an interesting radio programme I also record weekly is the 'one world' radio one show. Midnight Thursdays. ..... underground dance music from around the globe. There is a Jazzanova special there for you now, for two hours hmmmm .......... I listen now on the imac as I clickdakeystoyou
GILLES PETERSON RADIO SHOW 15.01.04
Mr.De' - 'Whonleeone' (Electrofunk)
Irfane - 'A Matter Of Time' (Talkin Loud Test)
Jazzanova - 'Boom Clicky Boom Clack (It's Wot we Do)' (Talkin Loud Test)
Jazztronik - 'Samurai' (Especial)
Gene Harris - 'Latin Love Funk Song (Bugz n The Attic re-work)' (Blue Note Test)
Lizz Fields - 'When I See Love (TY Remix)' (Unisex)
Roy Ayers - 'On What A Lonely Feeling' (BBE)
Q Tip - 'Scram Jones' (White)
Q Tip - 'Compute' (White)
Q Tip - 'Official' (White)
Context Feat. Grand Puba - 'Just Music' (Jonny B)
N.E.R.D - 'Don't Worry About It ' (Star Trax)
Five Deez - 'Kinkynasti' (K7)
Build An Ark - 'You've Gotta Have Freedom' (White)
RSL - 'Love Will Be Strong' (White)
Intuit - 'Western Sunrise' feat.Andy Bey & Muneer B. Fennell (White)
Troublemakers - 'Every day is an Extension Of Yesterday' (Blue Note)
Jeffrey Williams - 'Some How' (White)
Hu Vibrational - 'Joyful Road' (Soul Jazz)
Zero 7 - 'Home' (Ultimate Dilemma)
Mark De Clive Lowe -'4.Y.V' (White)
Joseph Malik - 'Untitled' (Compost white)
Dance like no-one is watching
Sing like no-one is listening
and
Love like you have never been hurt.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
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Amongst the group there was a mixture of people as usual.
Always a mixture.
Unique humans of course.
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Yes ...... here I am ..... in post - group mode.
A small number of those who feel at home in the climate of trust and, they themselves, are the climate of trust.
They can speak openly.
They do speak honestly and want to.
Words of surprising depth - forever flow from the young lips which have lived life to such an extreme.
They struggle because ...... other people are there who don't know how to talk and, more importantly, don't know how to listen. Or at least be silent when others are opening their soul for examination. The newest humans in the group shout, not talk. Swear more than normal. Interrupt. And yet these are the ones who need the affirmation to encourage them to stay and return another time.
Handling the group is like crawling on egg shells. Keeping the flow is a work of gentle human interaction art.
There are beautiful moments but ......... much less than the normal group session. I need to accept that and go with the flow.
So now .......... I let the night come on me, come at me.
It is late and night.
I can hear the urban voices ......... shouting.
Police cars racing and alarming the night.
I hear the drunken brawly type exchanges.
The squealing of car tyres.
The smash of glass.
'Outkast' is on the laptop as I click da keys.
It is a fine album.
I am tired now but will not sleep too well.
Never do when I take a group work session to be with me.
I feel ................ deep ...... thoughtful ...... yearning ....... reflective ........ quietly-buzzing ........... dissatisfied somewhat ....... I love these people in my soul at the moment. Their expressions and their authentic fragility. Yes these are feelings.
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It isn't a bell until it's rung
It isn't a song until it's sung
It isn't love 'til it is given away
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Amongst the group there was a mixture of people as usual.
Always a mixture.
Unique humans of course.
====================================
Yes ...... here I am ..... in post - group mode.
A small number of those who feel at home in the climate of trust and, they themselves, are the climate of trust.
They can speak openly.
They do speak honestly and want to.
Words of surprising depth - forever flow from the young lips which have lived life to such an extreme.
They struggle because ...... other people are there who don't know how to talk and, more importantly, don't know how to listen. Or at least be silent when others are opening their soul for examination. The newest humans in the group shout, not talk. Swear more than normal. Interrupt. And yet these are the ones who need the affirmation to encourage them to stay and return another time.
Handling the group is like crawling on egg shells. Keeping the flow is a work of gentle human interaction art.
There are beautiful moments but ......... much less than the normal group session. I need to accept that and go with the flow.
So now .......... I let the night come on me, come at me.
It is late and night.
I can hear the urban voices ......... shouting.
Police cars racing and alarming the night.
I hear the drunken brawly type exchanges.
The squealing of car tyres.
The smash of glass.
'Outkast' is on the laptop as I click da keys.
It is a fine album.
I am tired now but will not sleep too well.
Never do when I take a group work session to be with me.
I feel ................ deep ...... thoughtful ...... yearning ....... reflective ........ quietly-buzzing ........... dissatisfied somewhat ....... I love these people in my soul at the moment. Their expressions and their authentic fragility. Yes these are feelings.
========================
It isn't a bell until it's rung
It isn't a song until it's sung
It isn't love 'til it is given away
========================
.
In a period of nine months, the only words he has said to me have been
" I slashed my arm to the bone"
Bloggers with me for some duration may remember this.
Today he came to a group session. Why? .... I don't know.
I was surprised. It has been a long time. I always have the principle of saying hello even I am always blanked or rebuffed in some way.
There is extreme needs displayed here. Loving the unlovely comes to mind. I don't worry about him. I don't know him. I am not responsible 'for' him and have had no opportunities to be responsible 'to' him.
The person who jumped in front of the train today. I am sad, but it did not cut me to the heart.
I do feel more and deeply so, for the young male human who cannot return to his own community because of the actualized violence.
They tell me, or speak while I am there, of the messy drugs and the messy relationship which they play bumper cars with.
And then there is whispers close to the ears as they communicate the things really significantly not for me ......... and strangely, shortly afterwards, disappear into secret group places.
In a strange way I feel we have to hug the drugs, hug the violence, hug the foul language, hug the loudness, hug the alcoholic drenched lives.
If those most ugly things hindered the hugging ....... if we let those exposed roots of their human condition hinder the hugging ....... we will be ignoring their cries of pain explicit in behaviours. I feel we need to hug their beauty into life and, as one of the youngest women said to me today, "don't we get so much from helping others"
"In giving we receive" says the bible book.
.......... it is late and sleep must be given a fair chance ........ zzzzzzz
In a period of nine months, the only words he has said to me have been
" I slashed my arm to the bone"
Bloggers with me for some duration may remember this.
Today he came to a group session. Why? .... I don't know.
I was surprised. It has been a long time. I always have the principle of saying hello even I am always blanked or rebuffed in some way.
There is extreme needs displayed here. Loving the unlovely comes to mind. I don't worry about him. I don't know him. I am not responsible 'for' him and have had no opportunities to be responsible 'to' him.
The person who jumped in front of the train today. I am sad, but it did not cut me to the heart.
I do feel more and deeply so, for the young male human who cannot return to his own community because of the actualized violence.
They tell me, or speak while I am there, of the messy drugs and the messy relationship which they play bumper cars with.
And then there is whispers close to the ears as they communicate the things really significantly not for me ......... and strangely, shortly afterwards, disappear into secret group places.
In a strange way I feel we have to hug the drugs, hug the violence, hug the foul language, hug the loudness, hug the alcoholic drenched lives.
If those most ugly things hindered the hugging ....... if we let those exposed roots of their human condition hinder the hugging ....... we will be ignoring their cries of pain explicit in behaviours. I feel we need to hug their beauty into life and, as one of the youngest women said to me today, "don't we get so much from helping others"
"In giving we receive" says the bible book.
.......... it is late and sleep must be given a fair chance ........ zzzzzzz
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
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.
RAPUNZEL
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 tower 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…………………………………………………………………………………………….
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RAPUNZEL
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 tower 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…………………………………………………………………………………………….
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
.
.
I just dislike the recent song from
Sophie Ellis-Baxter
the lyrics go like this
"I won't change you and you won't change me"
two fingers down the throat time ..................
It is a terrible song anyway. Sounds just like words have been spread like lumpy jam all over mouldy bread.
And then the issue of change! ...... the most locked in people I know are stuck and scared of change. I groan.
The book I am reading today, the film on tv with James Nesbitt in it, the music I listen to, Greenbelt, the people I call friends, the work I do, faith lived out, the dvd 'the rabbit proof fence' .......... all these are about the very purpose of CHANGE.
I want to change. I must change. I must peddle my bike or I fall off it !
It seems to me we need to so 'live' change that it becomes normal and just like breathing.
When I was a Youth Worker running a club for hells angels and rockers, I had a visit from the local Vicar
(Joan me and Joy lived above the club just after we had left the Approved School job. Ann had not been born and she is 31 now!)
The Vicar told me a story, intent on making a message.
'There was a woman who took three men to the bottom of her garden because she wanted to employ a driver. How close could you drive my Rolls Royce and me to the edge of that cliff?
1 said ..... three feet
2 said .... . two feet
3 said ....... he paused and considered and said ..... I would not go near it!
He got the job.
The message then, dear youth worker looking knackered and stressed, stay away from all the works of the devil. Stay well clear of all these dangerous things and God will bless you'
I reversed the whole story.
On the edge is where I want to be.
Risk is the only way if you are working with those on the edge. In the margins.
Where there is dirt and brokeness and broken people is the place for Christians. Where there is upset, anger, hurt and violence ...... that is the place to pitch our tent!
I see in the Bible a Jesus who mixed with the ones who others saw as the worst. The publicans and sinners. I see there a Jesus who reached out and touched a leper ....... and I weep because I feel I am there. I want to feel the pain and know the reality of life in the city, in the concrete treeless housing estates.
That Jesus was the one who helped me work with those who only had one shirt. Dirty.
Only had one parent, sadly,
only had one place of acceptance ................. that back street club which opened until 2 am and was filled up with Christian volunteers and love.
================================
"Some want to live within the sound of Chapel bell
........................ I want to live within a yard of hell"
=================================
.
I just dislike the recent song from
Sophie Ellis-Baxter
the lyrics go like this
"I won't change you and you won't change me"
two fingers down the throat time ..................
It is a terrible song anyway. Sounds just like words have been spread like lumpy jam all over mouldy bread.
And then the issue of change! ...... the most locked in people I know are stuck and scared of change. I groan.
The book I am reading today, the film on tv with James Nesbitt in it, the music I listen to, Greenbelt, the people I call friends, the work I do, faith lived out, the dvd 'the rabbit proof fence' .......... all these are about the very purpose of CHANGE.
I want to change. I must change. I must peddle my bike or I fall off it !
It seems to me we need to so 'live' change that it becomes normal and just like breathing.
When I was a Youth Worker running a club for hells angels and rockers, I had a visit from the local Vicar
(Joan me and Joy lived above the club just after we had left the Approved School job. Ann had not been born and she is 31 now!)
The Vicar told me a story, intent on making a message.
'There was a woman who took three men to the bottom of her garden because she wanted to employ a driver. How close could you drive my Rolls Royce and me to the edge of that cliff?
1 said ..... three feet
2 said .... . two feet
3 said ....... he paused and considered and said ..... I would not go near it!
He got the job.
The message then, dear youth worker looking knackered and stressed, stay away from all the works of the devil. Stay well clear of all these dangerous things and God will bless you'
I reversed the whole story.
On the edge is where I want to be.
Risk is the only way if you are working with those on the edge. In the margins.
Where there is dirt and brokeness and broken people is the place for Christians. Where there is upset, anger, hurt and violence ...... that is the place to pitch our tent!
I see in the Bible a Jesus who mixed with the ones who others saw as the worst. The publicans and sinners. I see there a Jesus who reached out and touched a leper ....... and I weep because I feel I am there. I want to feel the pain and know the reality of life in the city, in the concrete treeless housing estates.
That Jesus was the one who helped me work with those who only had one shirt. Dirty.
Only had one parent, sadly,
only had one place of acceptance ................. that back street club which opened until 2 am and was filled up with Christian volunteers and love.
================================
"Some want to live within the sound of Chapel bell
........................ I want to live within a yard of hell"
=================================
.
.
I just dislike the recent song from
Sophie Ellis-Baxter
the lyrics go like this
"I won't change you and you won't change me"
two fingers down the throat time ..................
It is a terrible song anyway. Sounds like words spread like lumpy jam all over mouldy bread.
And then the issue of change! ...... the most locked in people I know are stuck and scared of change. I groan.
The book I am reading today, the film on tv with James Nesbitt in it, the music I listen to, Greenbelt, the people I call friends, the work I do, faith lived out, the dvd 'the rabbit proof fence' .......... all these are about the very purpose of CHANGE.
I want to change. I must change. I must peddle my bike or I fall off it !
It seems to me we need to so 'live' change that it becomes normal and just like breathing.
When I was a Youth Worker running a club for hells angels and rockers, I had a visit from the local Vicar
(Joan me and Joy lived above the club just after we had left the Approved School job. Ann had not been born and she is 31 now!)
The Vicar told me a story, intent on making a message.
'There was a woman who took three men to the bottom of her garden because she wanted to employ a driver. How close could you drive my Rolls Royce and me to the edge of that cliff?
1
.
I just dislike the recent song from
Sophie Ellis-Baxter
the lyrics go like this
"I won't change you and you won't change me"
two fingers down the throat time ..................
It is a terrible song anyway. Sounds like words spread like lumpy jam all over mouldy bread.
And then the issue of change! ...... the most locked in people I know are stuck and scared of change. I groan.
The book I am reading today, the film on tv with James Nesbitt in it, the music I listen to, Greenbelt, the people I call friends, the work I do, faith lived out, the dvd 'the rabbit proof fence' .......... all these are about the very purpose of CHANGE.
I want to change. I must change. I must peddle my bike or I fall off it !
It seems to me we need to so 'live' change that it becomes normal and just like breathing.
When I was a Youth Worker running a club for hells angels and rockers, I had a visit from the local Vicar
(Joan me and Joy lived above the club just after we had left the Approved School job. Ann had not been born and she is 31 now!)
The Vicar told me a story, intent on making a message.
'There was a woman who took three men to the bottom of her garden because she wanted to employ a driver. How close could you drive my Rolls Royce and me to the edge of that cliff?
1
.
.
Greenbelt Board meeting last night, fab .... as was the pint after.
Good to see friends again after a seemingly long break since the December meeting. Always seems like a long time when we process that period. Bit like shooting the rapids.
Beki, if you know her, it really big and plump.
Unlike the rest of us, it is all due to the large 'pending' agenda .......... meaning the baby due some time soon .........
I love the heavy pregnant. Makes me feel slim !!
And today Paul Northup, with the help of his beautiful wife, has given birth.
Thank you God.
Is this the year of babes?
Death still casts a shadow however. My train delayed due to a suicide on the tracks ahead. There are so many people at the moment who are low and contemplate suicide. It is really hard this season. Cannot wait to see those little buds pop into life from those stark sharpe trees.
So important to hope for new life.
I feel ok.
I feel good.
I feel alive and eager.
I feel concerned for others.
I feel fleet.
How do you feel?
It is vital to know how we feel.
Then to think.
Then to put our mind into action to ensure we are not controlled by our feelings.
Thank you God for feelings.
Without them we would feel no pain.
Without them we would be NOT HUMAN.
Thank you God for a mind to connect to all things within us
and
without
amen
.
Greenbelt Board meeting last night, fab .... as was the pint after.
Good to see friends again after a seemingly long break since the December meeting. Always seems like a long time when we process that period. Bit like shooting the rapids.
Beki, if you know her, it really big and plump.
Unlike the rest of us, it is all due to the large 'pending' agenda .......... meaning the baby due some time soon .........
I love the heavy pregnant. Makes me feel slim !!
And today Paul Northup, with the help of his beautiful wife, has given birth.
Thank you God.
Is this the year of babes?
Death still casts a shadow however. My train delayed due to a suicide on the tracks ahead. There are so many people at the moment who are low and contemplate suicide. It is really hard this season. Cannot wait to see those little buds pop into life from those stark sharpe trees.
So important to hope for new life.
I feel ok.
I feel good.
I feel alive and eager.
I feel concerned for others.
I feel fleet.
How do you feel?
It is vital to know how we feel.
Then to think.
Then to put our mind into action to ensure we are not controlled by our feelings.
Thank you God for feelings.
Without them we would feel no pain.
Without them we would be NOT HUMAN.
Thank you God for a mind to connect to all things within us
and
without
amen
Monday, January 12, 2004
"I had three hours off today because I am filming tonight. Went swimming and eat shark - but not at the same time"
A little family news from Barbados. I will let you know when the programme is due on tv.
Busy so the blogs get pushed until the early hours you see. Had beautiful dinner at Joys today. hmmm. Thats the people and the food
Saw ' the gangs of new york' on dvd last night. Interesting. The era and the set scenes were so full of character and makes me think how little I know of history.
Derek asked me on Thursday what was my favorite album of the year ....... and I had to say it is Amy Winehouse. Nothing from U2 this year which would have been a big spin of the year.
Amy Winehouse (Frank) is not that good as a total album but some of the tracks are fab. Her voice and potential is the big exciting thing. If you look on my website you will find a link which has been on there for months. Click it and you can hear Amy sing. It is not popidolstuff it is pipspinstuff.
My album of the year is being burned for you and I await the sleeve notes before posting. I love it. Hope you do to.
Got meetings all day Monday including the first Greenbelt Board meeting for the new year and the first of three gb meetings this week. It is exciting as ever. It is all about heaven ............... reaching out and touching heaven. At the same time God moves his finger towards us and presses his fingerprint on the soul.
These things are what only sober people would call miracles.
A little family news from Barbados. I will let you know when the programme is due on tv.
Busy so the blogs get pushed until the early hours you see. Had beautiful dinner at Joys today. hmmm. Thats the people and the food
Saw ' the gangs of new york' on dvd last night. Interesting. The era and the set scenes were so full of character and makes me think how little I know of history.
Derek asked me on Thursday what was my favorite album of the year ....... and I had to say it is Amy Winehouse. Nothing from U2 this year which would have been a big spin of the year.
Amy Winehouse (Frank) is not that good as a total album but some of the tracks are fab. Her voice and potential is the big exciting thing. If you look on my website you will find a link which has been on there for months. Click it and you can hear Amy sing. It is not popidolstuff it is pipspinstuff.
My album of the year is being burned for you and I await the sleeve notes before posting. I love it. Hope you do to.
Got meetings all day Monday including the first Greenbelt Board meeting for the new year and the first of three gb meetings this week. It is exciting as ever. It is all about heaven ............... reaching out and touching heaven. At the same time God moves his finger towards us and presses his fingerprint on the soul.
These things are what only sober people would call miracles.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
I remember meeting a London based architect who said he had never touched anyone, or had been touched, for twenty years.
He had conducted the formal hand shake several times a day but he did not mean that sort of touch.
Touch can be:-
formal
comfort
support
affectionate
friendly
warmth
gropey
greedy
sexual
passionate
frenzied
and other words you may think of .......... or imagine.
Touch can speak louder than words.
"I was touched" can mean that an experience was deep and meaningful.
I have blogged in the past about a 'touching moment' when I was vulnerable.
When I run training courses or games evenings or developmental workshops, it is fantastic to do the sort of activities when people can touch each other in a non-threatening way. Groups seem to kick into a different depth when they can freely show sensitivity to others non-verbally.
At Greenbelt, some years ago in the heady days of 30000 people and a main-stage attracting everyone - I have fond memories of people reaching out with their fingertips and touching the outstretched fingertips of others. A minute of real communication. A big net of saying something special.
I have used this and at the same time had someone read the unique poem I created when I worked with the east end teenagers. (I will do a link to this at the bottom of the page)
The finger tip can communicate feelings.
If a big man called Misha from Russia came into the same room as me he would do two things.
1 he would lift his fingerprint and press it to mine.
2 he would give me a big bear hug
er ... I forgot ... 3 he would give me a massive big grin.
He used to be a Professor of the Moscow Officer training college during the USSR years. An officer himself. He now is the chief YMCA European leader for the Russian ymca. He is a big man. Every-way.
Research has been conducted regarding the sensitivity of the finger tip.
But we know that anyway
Touch someone today
bhp
paste this into your browser or click the box with the fingerprint in it in my website page called 'pearls of wilson'
http://www.pipwilson.com/Pages/Unique%20Postcard.html
He had conducted the formal hand shake several times a day but he did not mean that sort of touch.
Touch can be:-
formal
comfort
support
affectionate
friendly
warmth
gropey
greedy
sexual
passionate
frenzied
and other words you may think of .......... or imagine.
Touch can speak louder than words.
"I was touched" can mean that an experience was deep and meaningful.
I have blogged in the past about a 'touching moment' when I was vulnerable.
When I run training courses or games evenings or developmental workshops, it is fantastic to do the sort of activities when people can touch each other in a non-threatening way. Groups seem to kick into a different depth when they can freely show sensitivity to others non-verbally.
At Greenbelt, some years ago in the heady days of 30000 people and a main-stage attracting everyone - I have fond memories of people reaching out with their fingertips and touching the outstretched fingertips of others. A minute of real communication. A big net of saying something special.
I have used this and at the same time had someone read the unique poem I created when I worked with the east end teenagers. (I will do a link to this at the bottom of the page)
The finger tip can communicate feelings.
If a big man called Misha from Russia came into the same room as me he would do two things.
1 he would lift his fingerprint and press it to mine.
2 he would give me a big bear hug
er ... I forgot ... 3 he would give me a massive big grin.
He used to be a Professor of the Moscow Officer training college during the USSR years. An officer himself. He now is the chief YMCA European leader for the Russian ymca. He is a big man. Every-way.
Research has been conducted regarding the sensitivity of the finger tip.
But we know that anyway
Touch someone today
bhp
paste this into your browser or click the box with the fingerprint in it in my website page called 'pearls of wilson'
http://www.pipwilson.com/Pages/Unique%20Postcard.html
Friday, January 09, 2004
The first time I saw my Mother and Father kiss was when I was 17 and me-Dad was dying in hospital.
I think I was brought up emotionally deprived. (deprived = loss)
emotional deficit.
budgeting like this is important.
This sort of thing comes out of the soul when we share as a group. These groups are great for me and I believe others. The more we can understand our emotions and spiritual self ...... the more we can manage life.
'an unexamined life is not worth living' said some famous human.
All this is part of me becoming ......... and I am happy with the journey on ....... have a good week-end
bhp
I think I was brought up emotionally deprived. (deprived = loss)
emotional deficit.
budgeting like this is important.
This sort of thing comes out of the soul when we share as a group. These groups are great for me and I believe others. The more we can understand our emotions and spiritual self ...... the more we can manage life.
'an unexamined life is not worth living' said some famous human.
All this is part of me becoming ......... and I am happy with the journey on ....... have a good week-end
bhp
This song
by Paul Field
played Greenbelt last year
had level 5 with him
had a pint with him
he is a great song writer
this is fab for 2004
God of the moon and the stars
God of the near and far
God of the fragile hearts we are, I come to you
God of our history
God of the future that will be
What will you make of me, I come to you
God of the meek and mild
God of the reckless and the wild
God of the unreconciled, I come to you
God of our life and death
God of our secrets unconfessed
God of our every breath, I come to you
God of the rich and poor
God of the princess and the whore
God of every open door, I come to you
God of the unborn child
God of the pure and undefiled
God of the pimp and paedophile, I come to you
God of the war and peace
God of the junkie and the priest
God of the greatest and the least, I come to you
God of the refugee
God of the prisoner and the free
God of our doubt and certainty, I come to you
God of our joy and and grief
God of the lawyer and the thief
God of our faith and unbelief, I come to you
God of the wounds we bear
God of the deepest dreams we share
God of our unspoken prayer, I come to you
God of a world that's lost
God of a lonely cross
God who has come to us, I come to you
(Paul Field: God of the Moon and the stars)
wonder ..................................................
by Paul Field
played Greenbelt last year
had level 5 with him
had a pint with him
he is a great song writer
this is fab for 2004
God of the moon and the stars
God of the near and far
God of the fragile hearts we are, I come to you
God of our history
God of the future that will be
What will you make of me, I come to you
God of the meek and mild
God of the reckless and the wild
God of the unreconciled, I come to you
God of our life and death
God of our secrets unconfessed
God of our every breath, I come to you
God of the rich and poor
God of the princess and the whore
God of every open door, I come to you
God of the unborn child
God of the pure and undefiled
God of the pimp and paedophile, I come to you
God of the war and peace
God of the junkie and the priest
God of the greatest and the least, I come to you
God of the refugee
God of the prisoner and the free
God of our doubt and certainty, I come to you
God of our joy and and grief
God of the lawyer and the thief
God of our faith and unbelief, I come to you
God of the wounds we bear
God of the deepest dreams we share
God of our unspoken prayer, I come to you
God of a world that's lost
God of a lonely cross
God who has come to us, I come to you
(Paul Field: God of the Moon and the stars)
wonder ..................................................
Alive
alive
alive
Midst the darkness of winter, bleak mid winter, there is life.
I have used a Q and A from a newspaper as I worked with a group.
There are a selection of questions and I picked some to use with this group. With the post holiday vibe very present, and it was a bit flat to say the least, my expectations of a good discussion were low. I was kicked into surprise. The emotional cans opened. Zip .......... fantastic humans just being honest and it was full of wonder.
The Questions used were ( and you may wish to answer these for your own kicking?) :-
1 What one object do you always carry with you?
2 What is your most unappealing habit?
3 Do you believe in life after death?
4 Which living person do you most admire?
5 What is your greatest regret?
6 What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Hope you have done them not just a quick mind scan?
The interesting thing .... they are all about self revelation. They are not opinions. They are heartfelt, dug from the gut, feelings facts or beliefs.
I cannot reflect the depth and honesty. The wisdom from young lips, and older lips too.
I can just about click the fingers on keys on my own answers secretly for you only of course!
1 mobile, camera, lighter.
2 snoring very loud, so I am informed!
3 yes ...... I am a believer.
4 Someone called Kevin who is simple to some but has a heart of gold.
5 That it took me until the age of 40 to become an adult, to accept myself.
6 That every human is beautiful, sometimes with ugly behaviour, all are beautiful and even when they don't feel it or have it on display sometimes.
That is me. I feel inadequate because I have not been able to share the powerful experience.
..... the trees are bare leafless stark and sharpe.
.............. I see life here in winter ...............
chow
alive
alive
Midst the darkness of winter, bleak mid winter, there is life.
I have used a Q and A from a newspaper as I worked with a group.
There are a selection of questions and I picked some to use with this group. With the post holiday vibe very present, and it was a bit flat to say the least, my expectations of a good discussion were low. I was kicked into surprise. The emotional cans opened. Zip .......... fantastic humans just being honest and it was full of wonder.
The Questions used were ( and you may wish to answer these for your own kicking?) :-
1 What one object do you always carry with you?
2 What is your most unappealing habit?
3 Do you believe in life after death?
4 Which living person do you most admire?
5 What is your greatest regret?
6 What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Hope you have done them not just a quick mind scan?
The interesting thing .... they are all about self revelation. They are not opinions. They are heartfelt, dug from the gut, feelings facts or beliefs.
I cannot reflect the depth and honesty. The wisdom from young lips, and older lips too.
I can just about click the fingers on keys on my own answers secretly for you only of course!
1 mobile, camera, lighter.
2 snoring very loud, so I am informed!
3 yes ...... I am a believer.
4 Someone called Kevin who is simple to some but has a heart of gold.
5 That it took me until the age of 40 to become an adult, to accept myself.
6 That every human is beautiful, sometimes with ugly behaviour, all are beautiful and even when they don't feel it or have it on display sometimes.
That is me. I feel inadequate because I have not been able to share the powerful experience.
..... the trees are bare leafless stark and sharpe.
.............. I see life here in winter ...............
chow
Thursday, January 08, 2004
I love the level five conversations and it makes my life worthwhile.
The trouble is ...... it does not help because in situations when level five is not 'right' I feel like I have a bit between my teeth. I want to tell you who I am. I want to know who you are. Today not yesterdays you.
Thank YOU for telling me who you are ............
I am feeling ok today. It is dawning on me that the break I had was a good experience and I am actually refreshed!
I like myself.
I feel happy.
I feel busy.
I feel pressure (but not stress)
I feel love.
Let us all face it, it is important to like the person we will spend the rest of your life with.
The trouble is ...... it does not help because in situations when level five is not 'right' I feel like I have a bit between my teeth. I want to tell you who I am. I want to know who you are. Today not yesterdays you.
Thank YOU for telling me who you are ............
I am feeling ok today. It is dawning on me that the break I had was a good experience and I am actually refreshed!
I like myself.
I feel happy.
I feel busy.
I feel pressure (but not stress)
I feel love.
Let us all face it, it is important to like the person we will spend the rest of your life with.
hey ...... getting back through the London train network .... three trains was prurty good tonight. Two hours and expected longer.
I love the views from the trains as you see the backside of the urban sprawl. I see the near-side graffiti written rail-side and then the flats so close in the inner London scene. Then the fortunate ones with the stacking white plastic chairs left out to freeze. Beyond there is the shuttered houses with most occupants out working to pay the mortgages so they can enjoy the garden come spring ..... and the passing trains. The graffiti is big and strong. Is it a night-time activity or week-ends? There I see the harsh stark bare sharp trees. So cold and glum like most people I met these last days. Peaking through the housing skyline, in most of the passing landscape, are churches with spires, towers, (and the nonconformists roofs!) and a a surprising number with scaffolding. What are they doing with those buildings? Are they representing a community each?
I like the backside of things.
There is an underside with the people I have met too. Some who were up for it in the old year, are now glum or low right now. These God given emotions do things to us eh? So sad to talk with some who are locked in the negative and cannot see beyond that. I feel deeply. I love deeply. I energize deeply.
Others are looking forward having 'owned' their ugly past. It is really fantastic for me to feel their new life and observe their new self esteem which is so foundational. love it love it.
Home tonight to a fantastic meal and a little slow to relax.
That big fat cuban helped.
Don't get carried away.
I refer to my cigar.
Joy brought me some from her Miami trip and I hope that Ann will do the same on return from Barbados.
Paul my friend has promised to visit with two Bolivas. That will be the treat at the end of the late night Greenbelt meeting on Friday.
Just listening to Gilles Peterson now as I chill and trust it streaming from the bbc direct to my imac and therefore my ipod tomorrow.
love to love you baby ...............
I love the views from the trains as you see the backside of the urban sprawl. I see the near-side graffiti written rail-side and then the flats so close in the inner London scene. Then the fortunate ones with the stacking white plastic chairs left out to freeze. Beyond there is the shuttered houses with most occupants out working to pay the mortgages so they can enjoy the garden come spring ..... and the passing trains. The graffiti is big and strong. Is it a night-time activity or week-ends? There I see the harsh stark bare sharp trees. So cold and glum like most people I met these last days. Peaking through the housing skyline, in most of the passing landscape, are churches with spires, towers, (and the nonconformists roofs!) and a a surprising number with scaffolding. What are they doing with those buildings? Are they representing a community each?
I like the backside of things.
There is an underside with the people I have met too. Some who were up for it in the old year, are now glum or low right now. These God given emotions do things to us eh? So sad to talk with some who are locked in the negative and cannot see beyond that. I feel deeply. I love deeply. I energize deeply.
Others are looking forward having 'owned' their ugly past. It is really fantastic for me to feel their new life and observe their new self esteem which is so foundational. love it love it.
Home tonight to a fantastic meal and a little slow to relax.
That big fat cuban helped.
Don't get carried away.
I refer to my cigar.
Joy brought me some from her Miami trip and I hope that Ann will do the same on return from Barbados.
Paul my friend has promised to visit with two Bolivas. That will be the treat at the end of the late night Greenbelt meeting on Friday.
Just listening to Gilles Peterson now as I chill and trust it streaming from the bbc direct to my imac and therefore my ipod tomorrow.
love to love you baby ...............
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
............... is this good news or what??
==========================
Apple released the iPod Mini today at MacWorld SF 2004.
The new iPods come in 5 colors (silver, gold, blue, pink, and green) has a smaller form factor and offers 4GB for $249. Also bundled with the units are a belt clip and armband.
The new form factor iPod will be shipping next month in the U.S. and Worldwide in April.
While many aspects of the Mini iPod rumors turned true, the ambitious pricing and 2GB size did not come to fruition at this point in time. Today, Apple also replaced the low end 10GB iPod with a 15GB size for the same price.
love it love it
==========================
Apple released the iPod Mini today at MacWorld SF 2004.
The new iPods come in 5 colors (silver, gold, blue, pink, and green) has a smaller form factor and offers 4GB for $249. Also bundled with the units are a belt clip and armband.
The new form factor iPod will be shipping next month in the U.S. and Worldwide in April.
While many aspects of the Mini iPod rumors turned true, the ambitious pricing and 2GB size did not come to fruition at this point in time. Today, Apple also replaced the low end 10GB iPod with a 15GB size for the same price.
love it love it
I have done it!
I have completed my ..... SELECTION BOX ....... my .......
album of some of my best songs from 2003.
I have done it so it flows as an album with some really fab tracks. Some that work up a keen groove and others that chill beautifully.
The track listing and notes are currently in production.
Here I am taking the risk, if you would like one??
Please send me a snail mail address and I will paddy bag one to you burned good and true by my maclife and doodled with pip diddy art work for you to play and treasure forever. ............ excited I am!
It is called:-
"Two Shots of Happy
One Shot of Sad"
Happy-New-Everything
I have completed my ..... SELECTION BOX ....... my .......
album of some of my best songs from 2003.
I have done it so it flows as an album with some really fab tracks. Some that work up a keen groove and others that chill beautifully.
The track listing and notes are currently in production.
Here I am taking the risk, if you would like one??
Please send me a snail mail address and I will paddy bag one to you burned good and true by my maclife and doodled with pip diddy art work for you to play and treasure forever. ............ excited I am!
It is called:-
"Two Shots of Happy
One Shot of Sad"
Happy-New-Everything
==========================
the trees are stark bare and sharpe
people are glum
traffic is slow
it is dark all day
and I have been told I am cheerful today
==========================
Trouble on the trains don't help getting to work. But did it on time. Glad to be back in action.
Will get back to you soon.
bhp
the trees are stark bare and sharpe
people are glum
traffic is slow
it is dark all day
and I have been told I am cheerful today
==========================
Trouble on the trains don't help getting to work. But did it on time. Glad to be back in action.
Will get back to you soon.
bhp
Monday, January 05, 2004
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A caterpillar is nothing like a butterfly but one develops from the other.
=====================================================
I sat in a circle of ymca hostel residents. We talked about the potential in a caterpillar and shared our collective wisdom...........
An acorn is the soul of an oak tree.
An acorn has the potential to become an oak tree.
So we talked about the things which can stop that acorn developing into its full potential.
Crushed by a boot, no moisture, damaged in the fall, landing on concrete, poor environment, uprooted or eaten in early life .....and more.
And then the application to ourselves, the human soul and the potential to become a fully alive human person. What can hinder that development ....." the glory of God is a person fully alive"
Everyone in that group, including me, shared the reality of their own 'damage' during the development process in life. The emotions ran high as we shared and took ownership of real hurt and also the equipping for life that this sometimes gave.
The purpose of the ymca is not to provide:-
beds
meals
gyms
fitness classes
child care
training
sporting opportunities ..........and more.
All these we do, and are leaders in the field, but these are the means to achieving our Aims and Purposes, and to provide developmental opportunities for all. Those acorns into oak trees, those caterpillars into butterfly's. We are about whole person development. That is what makes the ymca distinctive. That is what we mean by putting Christian principles into practice.
"An empty belly has no ears" quote an African Proverb.
So many people who dip their needy toes into a ymca are at the bottom of the social pile. They are NOT to be oppressed. They are NOT to be preached at, .....those empty bellies are there to be filled and ears to receive valuing comments, affirmation blessings, authentic love,....... the environment needs to be right to facilitate the acorn and the human person to grow. A part of that journey is the experience of 'belonging', a sense of 'security', the experience of 'self esteem', cognitive and aesthetic needs. All these, according to Maslow and his famous hierarchical model, culminate in actualization. That is what we aim for, the height of spiritual/ wholistic/fully human person state. A model crisp and clear to Bible fans everywhere " And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man." (Luke 2:52)
So the ymca aims for the highest, and as all us leaders know to well, it is the great journey and destination we ourselves desire to achieve.
Martin Luther King did NOT say
"I have a budget"
Martin Luther King did say
"I have a dream"
I have a vision!
I have a mission! ............. and we in the ymca are about that mission.
bhp
A caterpillar is nothing like a butterfly but one develops from the other.
=====================================================
I sat in a circle of ymca hostel residents. We talked about the potential in a caterpillar and shared our collective wisdom...........
An acorn is the soul of an oak tree.
An acorn has the potential to become an oak tree.
So we talked about the things which can stop that acorn developing into its full potential.
Crushed by a boot, no moisture, damaged in the fall, landing on concrete, poor environment, uprooted or eaten in early life .....and more.
And then the application to ourselves, the human soul and the potential to become a fully alive human person. What can hinder that development ....." the glory of God is a person fully alive"
Everyone in that group, including me, shared the reality of their own 'damage' during the development process in life. The emotions ran high as we shared and took ownership of real hurt and also the equipping for life that this sometimes gave.
The purpose of the ymca is not to provide:-
beds
meals
gyms
fitness classes
child care
training
sporting opportunities ..........and more.
All these we do, and are leaders in the field, but these are the means to achieving our Aims and Purposes, and to provide developmental opportunities for all. Those acorns into oak trees, those caterpillars into butterfly's. We are about whole person development. That is what makes the ymca distinctive. That is what we mean by putting Christian principles into practice.
"An empty belly has no ears" quote an African Proverb.
So many people who dip their needy toes into a ymca are at the bottom of the social pile. They are NOT to be oppressed. They are NOT to be preached at, .....those empty bellies are there to be filled and ears to receive valuing comments, affirmation blessings, authentic love,....... the environment needs to be right to facilitate the acorn and the human person to grow. A part of that journey is the experience of 'belonging', a sense of 'security', the experience of 'self esteem', cognitive and aesthetic needs. All these, according to Maslow and his famous hierarchical model, culminate in actualization. That is what we aim for, the height of spiritual/ wholistic/fully human person state. A model crisp and clear to Bible fans everywhere " And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man." (Luke 2:52)
So the ymca aims for the highest, and as all us leaders know to well, it is the great journey and destination we ourselves desire to achieve.
Martin Luther King did NOT say
"I have a budget"
Martin Luther King did say
"I have a dream"
I have a vision!
I have a mission! ............. and we in the ymca are about that mission.
bhp
I am experiencing blogger problems which is frustrating and hindering my style.
I did a blog yesterday which I posted (now below) and it would not come up on the page despite many refreshers. Think it is a blogger dot com problem. I was refreshing until early this morning and it would not show. Now I see below that I posted it at 1 pm-ish ............... so I will try this to see if blogger is back to work.
Happy everything to you
liveinwonder
bhp
I did a blog yesterday which I posted (now below) and it would not come up on the page despite many refreshers. Think it is a blogger dot com problem. I was refreshing until early this morning and it would not show. Now I see below that I posted it at 1 pm-ish ............... so I will try this to see if blogger is back to work.
Happy everything to you
liveinwonder
bhp
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Tomorrow is another year it seems to me.
Real work starts.
A new year, a journey of exploration and, I trust, development.
Personal
and
I believe
it must also be about the wholistic development of the
cosmos
and
society
if all that doesn't step forward ..... what use is the individual?
Ok .... the Glory of God is an individual human person 'fully alive'
but
how can we be fully alive unless we impact the environment around us?
Christian faith is
(seems to pipdiddy)
- personal
- social
- cosmic
............. because God loves the world SO much that he want us in it and loving it! and loving in it!!
Not a bad resolution eh?
To be a great lover in 2004
Dance like no-one is watching
Sing like no-one is listening
and
Love like you have never been hurt.
Real work starts.
A new year, a journey of exploration and, I trust, development.
Personal
and
I believe
it must also be about the wholistic development of the
cosmos
and
society
if all that doesn't step forward ..... what use is the individual?
Ok .... the Glory of God is an individual human person 'fully alive'
but
how can we be fully alive unless we impact the environment around us?
Christian faith is
(seems to pipdiddy)
- personal
- social
- cosmic
............. because God loves the world SO much that he want us in it and loving it! and loving in it!!
Not a bad resolution eh?
To be a great lover in 2004
Dance like no-one is watching
Sing like no-one is listening
and
Love like you have never been hurt.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
WILLY WONKA
Just been to Willy Wonka land and nearly had a chocolate o.d.
Brugge was snowing as we left and beautiful place it was, with or without the snow or chocolate.
Sorry I have been off-blog. Pleasure takes over your life sometimes and I think I have been a bit consistent over the last year. I guess you have had a disrupted blog viewing lifestyle .............. I guess. The ewaves have been somewhat quiet.
It was cold in Brugge but a great small city to visit if you have not had the pleasure. The digital camera was filled half daily and downloaded onto the mac laptop slideshow to keep. We had some good walks and food and drinks and blondes. My favorite blonde was a 'monk blonde'
Lotta brits there too.
ipod news.
-big article in the Guardian today to tickle poddies like me.
-it seems there will be a small cheaper coloured ipod in the new year
-Adolfus helped me set my itunes to record the four hour all winners for playing on my ipod. When I returned my imac screen was filled with error messages BUT the amazing thing, there it is, the much wished recording ...... there in my playlists for listening too forever. The only thing ........ it had recorded 'daily' at two gigs a time and ................... I had to test and delete them. Just one saved now and the two gigs only has 3 hours-23 minutes of music. So my weekly show will take one gig-a-week. hmmmm
-Gilles Peterson, my favorite dj, is now on my pippod. You can catch the streamed full four hours, available for 7 days only via the bbc website. Now I need to do as good as Ado by fixing it to tape the weekly programme.
I do go on a bit ...... about the music don't I ?
Much more swirling around my little brain.
so ...................... for the last time this year
happy new year
blogerdy blog new year
pippody here
or would you rather have
pip diddy
xxx
Just been to Willy Wonka land and nearly had a chocolate o.d.
Brugge was snowing as we left and beautiful place it was, with or without the snow or chocolate.
Sorry I have been off-blog. Pleasure takes over your life sometimes and I think I have been a bit consistent over the last year. I guess you have had a disrupted blog viewing lifestyle .............. I guess. The ewaves have been somewhat quiet.
It was cold in Brugge but a great small city to visit if you have not had the pleasure. The digital camera was filled half daily and downloaded onto the mac laptop slideshow to keep. We had some good walks and food and drinks and blondes. My favorite blonde was a 'monk blonde'
Lotta brits there too.
ipod news.
-big article in the Guardian today to tickle poddies like me.
-it seems there will be a small cheaper coloured ipod in the new year
-Adolfus helped me set my itunes to record the four hour all winners for playing on my ipod. When I returned my imac screen was filled with error messages BUT the amazing thing, there it is, the much wished recording ...... there in my playlists for listening too forever. The only thing ........ it had recorded 'daily' at two gigs a time and ................... I had to test and delete them. Just one saved now and the two gigs only has 3 hours-23 minutes of music. So my weekly show will take one gig-a-week. hmmmm
-Gilles Peterson, my favorite dj, is now on my pippod. You can catch the streamed full four hours, available for 7 days only via the bbc website. Now I need to do as good as Ado by fixing it to tape the weekly programme.
I do go on a bit ...... about the music don't I ?
Much more swirling around my little brain.
so ...................... for the last time this year
happy new year
blogerdy blog new year
pippody here
or would you rather have
pip diddy
xxx
Friday, January 02, 2004
WILLY WONKA
Just been to Willy Wonka land and nearly had a chocolate o.d.
Brugge was snowing as we left and beautiful place it was, with or without the snow or chocolate.
Sorry I have been off-blog. Pleasure takes over your life sometimes and I think I have been a bit consistent over the last year. I guess you have had a disrupted blog viewing lifestyle .............. I guess. The ewaves have been somewhat quiet.
It was cold in Brugge but a great small city to visit if you have not had the pleasure. The digital camera was filled half daily and downloaded onto the mac laptop slideshow to keep. We had some good walks and food and drinks and blondes. My favorite blonde was a 'monk blonde'
Lotta brits there too.
ipod news.
-big article in the Guardian today to tickle poddies like me.
-it seems there will be a small cheaper coloured ipod in the new year
-Adolfus helped me set my itunes to record the four hour 'all winners' for playing on my ipod. When I returned my imac screen was filled with error messages BUT the amazing thing, there it is, the much wished recording ...... there in my playlists for listening too forever. The only thing ........ it had recorded 'daily' at two gigs a time and ................... I had to test and delete them. Just one saved now and the two gigs only has 3 hours-23 minutes of music. So my weekly show will take one gig-a-week. hmmmm
-Gilles Peterson, my favorite dj, is now on my pippod. You can catch the streamed full four hours, available for 7 days only via the bbc website. Now I need to do as good as Ado by fixing it to tape the weekly programme.
I do go on a bit ...... about the music, don't I ?
Much more swirling around my little brain.
so ...................... for the last time this year
happy new year
blogerdy blog new year
pippody here
or would you rather have
pip diddy
xxx
Just been to Willy Wonka land and nearly had a chocolate o.d.
Brugge was snowing as we left and beautiful place it was, with or without the snow or chocolate.
Sorry I have been off-blog. Pleasure takes over your life sometimes and I think I have been a bit consistent over the last year. I guess you have had a disrupted blog viewing lifestyle .............. I guess. The ewaves have been somewhat quiet.
It was cold in Brugge but a great small city to visit if you have not had the pleasure. The digital camera was filled half daily and downloaded onto the mac laptop slideshow to keep. We had some good walks and food and drinks and blondes. My favorite blonde was a 'monk blonde'
Lotta brits there too.
ipod news.
-big article in the Guardian today to tickle poddies like me.
-it seems there will be a small cheaper coloured ipod in the new year
-Adolfus helped me set my itunes to record the four hour 'all winners' for playing on my ipod. When I returned my imac screen was filled with error messages BUT the amazing thing, there it is, the much wished recording ...... there in my playlists for listening too forever. The only thing ........ it had recorded 'daily' at two gigs a time and ................... I had to test and delete them. Just one saved now and the two gigs only has 3 hours-23 minutes of music. So my weekly show will take one gig-a-week. hmmmm
-Gilles Peterson, my favorite dj, is now on my pippod. You can catch the streamed full four hours, available for 7 days only via the bbc website. Now I need to do as good as Ado by fixing it to tape the weekly programme.
I do go on a bit ...... about the music, don't I ?
Much more swirling around my little brain.
so ...................... for the last time this year
happy new year
blogerdy blog new year
pippody here
or would you rather have
pip diddy
xxx
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