Wednesday, April 28, 2004

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Fiona Talkington, who presents the Late Junction on Radio Three said ........
That, of all the live sessions they have done for their show during the past four years, - Bugge Wesseltoft was the most powerful and moving experience ........

... a couple of blogs below this, I recommended it to you as a free listen.

paste this in your browser;

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/world/latejunction.shtml

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We must not think that our love has to be extraordinary.
But we do need to love without getting tired.
How does a lamp burn?
Through the continuous input of small drops of oil.
These drops are the small things of daily life: faithfulness, small words of kindness, a thought for others, our way of being quiet, of looking, of speaking, and of acting.
They are the true drops of love that keep our lives and relationships burning like a lively flame.
- Mother Teresa

................ goodnight beautiful, special, unique one ...............

.....................shalom.....................................

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Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flue for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark no longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace finds goodness in everything

................. Grace ........ from the last album by U2 ........... I feel like I need to dwell in Grace ...... undeserved love .........by God ......of me ..........

kissbhp
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Tuesday, April 27, 2004

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.... catch a treat .......
Bugge Wesseltoft doing live performance of his tracks Skog / Dawn Prayer / Hope from album 'Filming'
It was on BBC Radio Three 'Late Junction' Last night.
You can catch it on the 'listen again' feature ONLY for the next 6 days
It features Bugge Wesseltoft and singer Dhaffer Youssef
It was recorded live for Late Junction.
Only 20 minutes but it is pearls of liquid jade (Bruce Cockburn words!)
I heard it in the car and dashed indoors and captured most of it on tape.

hmmm

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Monday, April 26, 2004

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Are you sometimes emotionally unavailable?
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Fair Trade Roses at Tesco

The fair trade food market has become so hot, that Tesco launched on Monday its own fair trade brand, while the rival Co-op chain is doubling its line.

Tesco's new own Fairtrade brand includes orange juice, mangoes and roses, as well as the coffee, tea and chocolate it has kept in stock for many years.

"A certain group of customers have always bought our fair trade goods." ..... they said ........... but I still find lots of YMCA's and homes of 'thinking people' cough ..... who don't use these products.

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Christian Aid website ...............

Take trade justice to Brighton:
26 September 2004

Join thousands of campaigners in Brighton this September and help put trade justice in the news like never before.

The build-up to 2005
This year's trade justice event in Brighton will target the UK government through their annual Labour Party Conference. It is a crucial opportunity to build momentum for trade justice in the run-up to 2005, when the UK will be in a unique and powerful position on the international stage.

As host to the G8 summit of industrialised countries and holder of the presidency of the EU (from July to December 2005), the UK government has a real chance to make a difference to world poverty - and we want to make sure they don't waste it.

2005 also marks the 20th anniversary of Live Aid and Tony Blair has already established a new commission for Africa.

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there is talk of
Live Aid 2005


20 years since the last one
any news anyone??

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....... today working at home ......... out for a curry with Mr Singh tonight.

Saturday I did a church youth group evening. Unusual for me. Did a fun and development hour with a mix of two groups. Younger than my norm and found it interesting - and as always - a challenge!
At the end ...... the new Greenbelt video - well worth an effort to show it around - you can get one free and pump it up in all your ways.

Last week - I said I would reflect on it.
I think
that
I felt........
(what an opening line!)
......... such a mixture of extreme emotions and conflicts - that I didn't know how to feel it.
That is my finger on it.
I cannot determine a primary groove ~ I was in ~ because there was none.
It all mattered. The beautiful and the ugly.
In the mix was
violence
by officialdom
and
needy

A Memorial and loss considered painfully.
Hurt people
Abused.

I am ok but always like to put my finger on it.

I wonder if you have feelings?
If you try to put your finger on it?
If you want to put your finger on it?
What do you do with your unique finger tip?
Do you bury them alive?
Unused unique tip?
hmmmm

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"Righteousness and Shalom shall kiss each other"
Psalm 85:10


.... and I am all for kissing ................

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............... LISTENING TO .........................


..... all new
4 Hero The remix album
bugge Wesseltoft FiLM iNG
Mariia Solheim Frail
Nitin Sawhney Fabric Live
...... and the new Gilles Peterson is out today ...........

and old ...................

NERD Fly or Die

Sunday, April 25, 2004

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......... these words are from a a beautiful human I work with. He has taken the trouble to write and say beautiful things and given me permission to share .................
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Hello Pip,
Thank you for all the fantastic moments you've always anticipated, devoted and shared with us. Don't you ever be disappointed at all on the failures of other people that you might taught of letting you down in the process of the tremendous messages and feelings  you had always like to share. Remember as I've always told you, that all fingers are never equal. People are never the same in their ways of dealing with situations.
We that knew your values will never like to lose you. We've always adored you and would never want to let you down, OK?
Continue to be courageous and hold on the desires. B/c we' ve always need you around.
See our pics. Especially from me, as my gestures of love for you.
So till we see or hear from each others again, pls take good care of yourself as I've always try to do as well.
stay well & always be bless.
BOB. 

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Just booked two tickets for the Cardiff trip following a majestic performance today by 'me lads' the Saints .............

On the 15th May we will have a chance to munch the pies of Wigin.
I will be nervous as a schoolboy on that day because them 'pie eaters' can be good and there is no worse team to lose to than they!

Boy do I love this game. I watched it as a little kid and played it too. School did not play with us with that soccer game but trained from childhood for this sport of wonder. I played it as long as I could then, at the age of twenty something, I went and played the softy game - Rugby Union. My factory at the time, where I 'turned and fitted', Vulcan Foundry in Newton-le-Willows - had about eight RU teams and I played in there every Saturday. I started in the lower ranks and then spent most of my time in the second fifteen. Good days. Lots of injuries. Lots of drinking and singing dirty songs in the back of coaches.

Becoming a Christian for me was a break away, not from the rugby, but away from the language called 'pit language'. Also I did not want to get slaughtered any more. I somehow wanted to think about life and be more directional. That is what faith did with me at the kick off. I was grabbed by a life of excitement and wanted to live it not just take in the view. I suppose I wanted to break from the social norm and realised that being a Christian was being different and I was determined to be it.

But the love of the game lives on in my soul like mushy peas and Lancashire Hot-Pot.

................. come on you Saints ......................

Saturday, April 24, 2004

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"Wake Up Dead Man"

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, he made the world in seven
He's in charge of Heaven
Will you put a word in for me

U2 of course ..............
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22 degrees in Southend today with the mother in law in tow .................. so summer has come to this part of London East!

Ding a gig tonight in Brentwood ......... will let you know how it was - later.

Tell you the truth I still feel I need to reflect on the week past. Without telling you the detail - not appropriate - but I will share my chewing it over.

Ho hot
and the weather too!
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Friday, April 23, 2004

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............. Peter Case ....... singer sogwriter returns to Greenbelt this year.
Firmly established as a "Greenbelt favourite" in the 80s and early-90s, Peter Case makes a welcome return to Greenbelt this year. It's been too long...

With his sounds of anger, grief, resolution and hope, Case delivers a straight shot from the heart. "What you do when you write a song is a vivid breathing presence. In my songs there has to be a real visual element as well as a narrative quality," says Case of his craft.
.. check the GB website www.greenbelt.org.uk
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........ yes yesterday .......... I had a good time see blogs below.

Before the pleasure was the work, which is also a pleasure. Well work, for me, is deep satisfaction but not always a pleasure. It can be tough but deep and stretching.

On the back of the overdose / death the community is and was in reflective mood and restless with this and other issues. The people make it for me and I left that community for artistic pleasure with hugs from people, who I consider - have walked on from that community into great steps of wholeness.
Leaving good.
Leaving and ready.
Leaving hostel living and being ready for steps forward and onward.

When you are homeless and live in a hostel - that is pretty near the bottom. Only the street is lower. When you can come to terms with yourself, owning the realities, and then become more emotionally stable, then you are ready to walk on and live independently and become non dependent ......... I am left behind too .......... and I am delighted (yet a little sad!).
The words below say so much into my soul and work ....... walk on .....


And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for one second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No, they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
You stay safe tonight

And I know it aches, how your heart it breaks
You can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home, hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home, I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is

And I know it aches and your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you feel
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
It’s only time
All that you bear
No more than a feeling on my mind
All that you see
All that you wear
All that you sense
All that you scheme
All you dress up
All that you’ve seen
All you create
And all that you wreck
All that you hate

Walk on by U2

Thursday, April 22, 2004

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...... yes i went to a major retrospective exhibition of paintings and drawings by the master of American Pop Art by Roy Lichtenstein.
Strange how I felt like a foreigner because I don't know the language or the culture.

I love the primary colours outlined in black, their strong imagery drawn from comic strips, I love the comic images - Disney characters, romantic melodramas, wartime action scenes - but I still felt out of place. I like it but there is a different level somewhere ...... and I am not there yet. So catch the Hayward ........ www.hayward.org.uk/

Len my friend............ loved it and understood, I think.
I enjoyed but more-so the meal after and the deep sharing hmmm

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...... and yesterday I did a major mix ......... at the evening end of the day I wet the Hayward Gallery at the South Bank to see the fine exhibition there .......... more later about this ....... then I had dinner with Len my friend. He is a fab human who is like me, a photographer, NOT like me. He is rea,l and me a snapper! He runs a company which produces birthday cards and greeting cards of wonder. All with his pix.
My pix .............. they are on my mactop and shown to many people every week in little slideshows. They are all people and that is my photography!
......... will be back later ..................

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Bugge Wesseltoft
hmmmmmmmm new album
called
filming
hmmmm

Just got a new new new album in by a Britsh Asian ......... Nitin Sawhney and I buy all his stuff.
It is called;
Fabriclive.15

It includes a range of artistes which makes me shiver.
I will pour out my feelings on it once I have run the groove ...........

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Julie Benson Mission Statement

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This is a beautiful human from the US of A 
who has slapped soul on a 
Mission Statement proforma 
and has said I can share it ....... 
hey hey .............

MISSION STATEMENT

Name……………
Julie Melissa Benson  ………………………………………


1. I will be content with what I have while striving to be a better person through my actions.
(what sort of person you intend to be)

2. I will live to fulfill my attainable dreams, to love and support my family. 
I give to my life honesty to myself.
( what you intend to give to life)

3. I will model my life on the basis of doing onto others as I would have done to me....  "Your character is revealed by how you treat those who can not hurt you or help you"
(what sort of person – name one or kind of person)

4 I will continue to honor my feelings. 
Even when they are ugly and dark. 
Those parts of me make me whole, too! 
I will continue to be a good listener and friend to all in my life and beyond.
( Something you feel good about now and want to last forever)



5 I will love my family and friends unconditionally. 
Even when they hurt me.  
I will love myself and value my needs and desires. 
I will love my beautiful, awkward, happy, loving life. 
I will not forget how lucky I am to be me.  
I am my own number one fan.
(who to love, what to love, a value or principle)


6 I will believe that things do happen for a reason. 
Each a lesson, making me stronger and wiser.  
I believe that being humble can be very rewarding. 
I believe that this is a fragile life, full of uncertainty and joy.  
I believe I am capable of continuing on in my wonderful journey of this beautiful life!
( what belief will you base your life on – foundation)


DATED  April 15th, 2004

SIGNATURE  julie melissa benson...
www.pipwilson.com

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

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.................. hello good people ............... *I have been slow to blog over the last few days and have missed it myself.
As you know, I click to get stuff out of the soul.
Out of the system so it does not get buried alive.

Always - always - I have things on my mind and it is behaviour whiich kicks the soul more than words.
Words do linger on but behaviour seems to be replayed like a video recorder whilst words play as an audio tape.

A young 21 year old woman who I worked with has died with an overdose.
Over Easter.
Easter week-end.
This sends the community around us into an uncertain spin.
Feelings.
Emotions.
Restless souls.
Uneasy tension - all do things to the whole person and something deeper when the soul is already bruised and battered.

I am resposible to - not responsible for a person.
I have to feel it ................. and that is no problem.
I have to keep my stability because that is needed.

Tonight I co-ordinated a 'memorial' to recognise a life lived and honour the life lived.
A person with different weaknesses than me - than all of us.
A person with different strengths.
We had a crowd and emotions - together.
They linger strong in me now.

It has been a day - the details I cannot share.
So we connect over the e-waves and exchange communication.
I like you being there.
The great unknown - largly unknown.
I know some of you venture in and feel with me.
Explore with me - the journey into life - with me.

Other people I know are troubled and maybe sad. Maybe unsettled. Hurting.
I have concern for you.
I ache with you. The little I know. It stays with me.

I am going and I guess will not sleep for sometime ............... but ....... the glory of God is a person who is fully alive ................

bhp
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Sunday, April 18, 2004

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Bugge Wesseltoft
...... his new album came this week and I sent it immediatly to a TV Director I love because a great number of out-takes could be good for tv. ......... what do I know?

It is called 'FiLM iNG' ............. spelt like this but the Play dot com people just call it 'filming'.

Now this could be my record of the year because it drips vibe and jazzy dancey tunes that are so so different .......... it is hard to explain the kind of music from this Norwegian master of keys and all things jazz.

I never recommend an album because your chicken tikka may never be better than my masala.
Taste is crucial to our uniqueness.
This album
I lurve it.

And the '4 Hero' double album I mentioned this week is growing on me and I listen as I click. It has mixes of Coltrane, Courtney Pine, Terry Callier and many more. I like these mixers. They introduce a fantastic new feel to older stuff and very new.

Been to visit Anita and Tomek today, our Polish - and beautiful friends. We took a Lancashire Hot Pot with us. Authentic as hell - that is a taste that stays with us Lancashire people just like mushey peas. We smacked it in their oven and put on the essential 'crust' which added the crunchy item I lurve so much.
Anita has had an early -so young hip op and is confined to the flat for six weeks. We delighted in the food and I think they did too. Tomek has dipped his toe into Lancashire Hotpot a few times before during his single person visits.

At the same time TK attacked my mactop and rescued my long lost iphoto album of 1600 pix. That is a years pix which I use in my work and I assure you - it includes YOU!
He also turned my mobile phone into a mini-mac with the same fonts and colours as seen in iMacs with the OSX operating system.

Tomorrow there is a Greenbelt Management Group meeting which deals with the detail of the festival and ....... make sure you have seen the website
www.greenbelt.org.uk
great pix and info and offers which end at the end of April.

bbecoming ................................
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Saturday, April 17, 2004

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This was written about what I do some time ago and I think it is fab .......

SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS

People seem to forget
Or
Chose to erase
Those
Those sugar battered priceless days
That you
So excitedly give
Pumped with familiar phrases
Which would
Exhilarate if they felt
Whilst others would scorn
My sweet
You
Sit and wonder
Why their fuck off phrases
Continue
To meet
And dampen the torment
The fear
That maybe you
My friend
Maybe you once felt

I once did wonder
If I could give
If I could touch
That trembling hand
That unheard heart
That let alone
I do
And in them
And these
Sugar hooped weeks
You
My friend
Beneath the spangled words I taketh
Are
Simply beautiful too!
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hi ............. I have been to a Greenbelt Trustee meeting today and I am aware I have not blogged ........... so thats it but will get back to you soon ......

bhp

Thursday, April 15, 2004

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Stranger
Stranger, do not come one step nearer
Do not reach out towards me
Stranger
We must not touch our hands
To join your loneliness and mine

Abide by the regulation:
No man shall approach a man
No woman shall approach a woman
Nor man, woman, nor woman, man
Our life depends on it

You wear a red scarf
I wear a blue cap
There can be nothing between us

If you ask me the time, I must turn my wrist
If I ask you the way, you must point

The rules hang from every lamppost
Above the basket of geraniums
They are nailed into the telephone poles
Though we scream to break the silence
Who would conjecture the universality of his sorrow
Who would confess at the streetcorner

Stranger, at the time of fire
You will pass through the smoke to save me
Stranger, at the time of flood
I will lift you from the water
At the time of the invader
We will gather together

Guard us from our intimacy
Now, as we stand adjacent on the endless belt
Conveying us into the future
Which, like the ancients’ heaven
Will justify the disaster of the hour
- Peter Goblen

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"4 Hero - Remix Album (2CD)"

New music just in.
Rushed to place on the iPod for train travel.

It is dance stuff. Not the hard core drivin' and intense.
If you like dance music with good tunes by various artistes - you may like.
I need to play it like mad and decide if it touches my soul.

Lots on my mind.
People.
Humans.
Beautiful humans.

May tell you later - as usual, as much as I can.

stretch@pipwilsondotcom
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004

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this can be a bit of stretch or a fill in form and emailed to me or you can scroll and forget ...... free will eh?
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MISSION STATEMENT


Name…………………………………………………………


1. I will be ………………………………………………………….
(what sort of person you intend to be)

2. I will live to ………………………………………………………
( what you intend to give to life)

3. I will model my life on …………………………………………………………
(what sort of person – name one or kind of person)

4 I will continue ……………………………………………………..
( Something you feel good about now and want to last forever)



5 I will love …………………………………………………………
(who to love, what to love, a value or principle)


6 I will believe ………………………………………………………
( what belief will you base your life on – foundation)


DATED …………………………………………………..

SIGNATURE …………………………………………………..
www.pipwilson.com
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............................ are you back into things from the easter break?
I am back with things and a bit sluggish ....... I tend to be like this when I stop for a few days ............... feel a bit dull and need to kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight ................

Got a busy week and then the Greenbelt Trustees are in Conference all day Saturday ........................... so it will be Sunday before I get to slow and breath deeper.
Refresh the soul.
Refresh the irritation!

Reading another book by John Bell. This is the third or fourth this year. If you have never heard the man speak, you could do no better than go to the Greenbelt website (dot org dot uk) and order some of his tapes/cd's and drink whilst driving .................. you will be refreshed!!

After I finish I will post a blank sheet here on the blog for you to cut and paste to me, your mission statement, ....... if you wish/will.

A caterpillar looks nothing like a butterfly but one develops from the other.
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If a caterpillar develops into a butterfly and just sleeps ..... it will never reach it's full potential.
To fly - is to be a fully actualized butterfly.
If us humans develop ourselves and look ok - we can still be asleep in body, mind, spirit ...... not reaching our potential.
We can be asleep and awake - in that we are not exercising our 'will' to reach our full beautiful potential.
Sleeping through life.
Fully actualized is using the 'will' as a butterfly would the wings.
We are more than our DNA !
We are more than 86% water !

Potential is not enough without 'will' when it comes to us humans ....... it seems to me.

The glory of God is a human fully alive
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Monday, April 12, 2004

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.... strange time .........
...I am playing all the shortest tracks on my laptop as I click. One from American Beauty, U2 - Party Girl, Cinematic Orchestra, The Waterboys, Victer Duplaix (yes spelt like that), Bulgarian Choir and good old Beatles doing Sgt Pepper. All done so easily with iTunes.
But that is not what I think is strange.

When you get a large % of new people in a group, it tends to be strange. I am unpacking it here as I try to understand the dynamics.
1 You may remember an obnoxious person in a group some time ago and I was clicking my thoughts on strategy for development purposes - mine and that persons. This group had the person there. Low and not the superficial flow of 'jack the lad' as us East Enders would say. I think the person now respects me. That was my first objective. Also, my second, that this human would trust me. That too is true in my opinion. The trouble is ........ the next phase needs time and it may have run out. Often that happens because people get whisked away following a visit to court and I see them no-more. I need time to get the group/s process to crack the mask and see the true person develop. It is so wondrous to see that happen. Not all a climb to wholeness - it is, as it is with you and me, a journey of hills and dips, of cross roads and traffic lights (and cops!!). The group can be a good start on that journey - hopefully in the right direction!

2 Sometimes it takes weeks or months before someone comes to the group. They often climb up the wall in their hostel room and only join us in the group due to it being 'less pain' than being isolated. It is great to see people getting to cope with hostel life. Getting the skills and learning how to cope. I think it would crack you up living like this - me too. Just think what it may be like. Once you hit the bottom - the only way is up. It is great to see people with eyes wide open and deciding how they can live here - and a potential glimmer of a future. That good experience was on display in the group right in front of me.

3 The journeys and the residential experiences which staff take them on is so much a big part of the journey into wholeness. I did thirty or more years of this and do not do it now. I swear by it's benefits.
Benefits in human development.

4 In a group there are people in all stages of development. In emotional stability too.

I lurve it.
You can tell eh?
I wonder if I can do this until I am ninety?

Sunday, April 11, 2004

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I have just watched the movie 'The Pianist'
set in Warsaw Poland.
A true story about the slaughter of Jews
in and out of the ghetto
it happened
during my lifetime.

It is not 'entertainment'.
Yet so deep and scratches deep on your soul.
Good scars which I feel and want to learn from.

I visited the Warsaw ghetto memorial a few years ago when I was at a YMCA European Staff conference near Warsaw.
When the we had returned to the conference centre in the silent coaches something moving happened.
The national Secretary of Germany, the top guy, stood up and apologised for the terrible acts committed by people from his nation.
That was so powerful.

So powerful also, was the crime, so real, so inhuman, so ugly ugly defilingly terrible.
How will we look back at the current slaughter in Iraq.
Some of us don't have to wait to feel the shame and the pain and the regret.
I want to stand up and apologise.
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Shalom.
Hebrew word usually rendered 'peace' in English versions of the Bible.

Jim Punton has written that shalom means:-

"a For the individual - a totally intergrated life of health of body, heart and mind, attuned to nature, open to others, in joy with God.

b Between persons - sharing, mutuality and love.

c In community or society - justice, dignity, independence and freedom, harmony and reciprocity, the contentment with 'enough' that all may have 'enough'.

It is he opposite to oppression, violence, and selfishness; it means man as a caring trustee of creation, having ended exploitation, indifference and irresponsibility. This is something of the shalom of God 'which passes all understanding', the total well-being he wills for man and the cosmos, the goal of his mission, the content of his reign"

Jim Punton was a Greenbelt Board member and speaker for many years, a Trainer and Bible Teacher with Frontier Youth Trust and Scripture Union.
He supported me as professional supervisor' during my ten years as a Youth Worker in Inner City Canning Town, East London.
Before that, when I worked 'up north' in Hostels, Hells Angels Club and Approved School, I thought he was a bit strange because he didn't seem evangelical enough - like me. He stayed in support during those 'dodgy years' for me, even though it was me who thought he was 'dodgy'.

Now I speak of him as maybe the greatest influence on my life.

At Christmas the Prince of Shalom was born 'with us'.

At Easter the Prince of Shalom died and did not stay that way.

That man Jesus is still around ................ making Shalom through me and you.

Jim Punton, I share him with you on Easter Day.
www.pipwilson.com
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This is Easter Day
I am in a meditation mood
I do not deserve today
this act
this death to life experience
yet I got it
free

Today I will bow my head and try
try to be one acceptable
and yet I know
I am
worse, if I was
better, if I could be
acceptable all the same
because of the Friday
which was good
and the Sunday
which is better

Drink these words with me .....................
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I try to sing this song loud
I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Gloria, Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips

I try to sing this song loud
I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there
You let me in

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Gloria
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from The Album 'October'
the second Album by U2


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Today
s a new thing
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This is Easter Day
I am in a meditation mood
I do not deserve today
this act
this death to life experience
yet I got it
free

Today I will bow my head and try
try to be one acceptable
and yet I know
I am
worse, if I was
better, if I could be
acceptable all the same
because of the Friday
which was good
and the Sunday
which is better

Drink these words with me .....................
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I try to sing this song loud
I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Gloria, Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips

I try to sing this song loud
I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there
You let me in

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Gloria
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from The Album 'October'
the second Album by U2

Saturday, April 10, 2004

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This is Easter Day
I am in a meditation mood
I do not deserve today
this act
this death to life experience
yet I got it
free

Today I will bow my head and try
try to be one acceptable
and yet I know
I am
worse, if I was
better, if I could be
acceptable all the same
because of the Friday
which was good
and the Sunday
which is better

Drink these words with me .....................
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I try to sing this song loud
I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Gloria, Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips

I try to sing this song loud
I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there
You let me in

Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Gloria
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from The Album 'October'
the second Album by U2

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"Ghandi on percussion, Martin Luther King on Bass, Guitar would be Isaac Newton, Keyboards Beethoven, Vocals Jesus Christ."

-- Edge, 2001, describing his dream band

Hope mid Easter is special for you ............. I am in recovery

bhp
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Thursday, April 08, 2004

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God bows his head respectfully and dies.

Everything dies.

Life dies.

Death dies.

Everything is done...

... except love.

Only love is not done.

Only love will not die.
 
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Kurt Curbain 10 years since his death and I was at the Brixton Academy watching Primal Scream with the Sheilas.
Bobby mumbled through his chemical haze that Kurt had been found dead and we all thought - another fumble of the mind. he was right and the world wires came alive about the grunged man of the age.

Now if you want some excellent ear treats. Listen to radio one tonight at midnight. I will be recording it to my iPod forever.
It is 'Kurt and Bill'
Music and comedy. It is a repeat and know it is good. There is a mix of jokes and music and I think, my opinion, it is fab.

musicbhp
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Wednesday, April 07, 2004

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I pray every night by my bed that Batman, Superman or God will come and forgive me and sent me home.

A letter from prison.
I have received letters and have for years. People locked away are keen to receive snail mail and have the time to write.

As we approach Easter week-end I am aware that every criminal is not guilty and the ones that are can turn to a life which more socially acceptable. I feel for the victim and also the offender. I live most of my time with victims of crime. I have worked for forty years with young offenders - who commit the crimes. There is so much pain in those lives. I know that the behaviour is not acceptable and 'if you can't do the time - don't do the time' is sad because it is often said by the 'tough' offender. To me they are full of pain and so inadequate.

So I feel for those who are grasping at life and making a mess of it.
There is no answers here.
Just sharing my feelings here.


Only love is not done.

Only love will not die.

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Tuesday, April 06, 2004

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I bought this CD at Greenbelt last August but NOW it is kicking real ........ it is music but with words to the fore ........ the words from the cross and it is called;
Seven
A Meditation on the seven last words from the cross

What were the last words of Jesus? What did he say to his friends and enemies in the last hours of his life? What did it feel like to be abandoned? What do those words tell us about the meaning of his life ... and his death?

An Easter release from Sticky Music, this CD of meditations written by Martin Wroe, is a collaboration with two other long-time Greenbelters – Harry Napier with an extraordinary 'cello interpretation along with playwright and actor Justin Butcher narrating.

A perfect 'alternative' take for Holy Week, each piece is provided twice, the second time with no vocals so that in your own setting – service,meeting with friends, bedroom – you could use the music track and choose your own voices to narrate.

For every copy sold, Greenbelt receives a cut!
Listen to a sample or buy online here http://tinyurl.com/3xl54
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God bows his head respectfully and dies.

Everything dies.

Life dies.

Death dies.

Everything is done...

... except love.

Only love is not done.

Only love will not die.
 







words by Martin Wroe

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.............. and have a look at these - give them a bit of time
paste them one at a time into your browser

http://www.rejesus.co.uk/expressions/chocolate_theology/index.html

http://www.rejesus.co.uk/spirituality/seven_sayings/index.html

words by Martin Wroe

deepatpipwilsondotcom
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Monday, April 05, 2004

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...... as my train journeyed on it past a long rail-side graveyard. I noticed in the rain, two men, both standing alone some distance apart. They were standing motionless by the side of a grave.

The train passed by. My mind didn't. I thought about those men. I offered a wee prayer.

Easter, I thought, is not like that. There is no grave and no waiting for ........

There is no death - zero/zilch/end really. When I consider the cross and the death I cannot associate this with a grave or a loss of a person. I can only think of a God - Jesus, as he was in the flesh, as alive and doing his kingdom stuff. His nature is always to have mercy and that is lived out in a daily presence with us - on the understanding that we reach out a hand to his extended warm and open palm. As I have journeyed - I have had my tough times but have never thought or felt that my point of reference to him was ever irrelevant. I refer out. I refer within.

This is personal. I know other have a relating love relationship with God. To be clicking about this I must be personal because I don't know the living out of faith by others - in detail.

I don't feel religious or particularly worked out with all this. As with any relationship, it is a developing thing. It is peaks and troughs. It is commitment for the long haul and not just a 'try out'.

......... mild he laid his glory by ..............
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What do I do?
What do I feel?
Holy week is here and I felt quite moved during the service in Church this morning.

I know a number of people who do something special and significant to them during lent. Giving up alcohol seems popular. A diet or two is pursued. Sometimes secret life style changes are made.
I don't really follow this sort of thing, either for traditional reasons or personal discipline. I seem to continue as normal and then ....... I am hit come Holy Week.

' ......whose nature is always to have mercy"
struck me deep today. Just one line midst a prayer so familiar to me.
I try and am always sensitive to how I treat people who I work with. I believe 'the least' and 'the bruised' and 'the broken' have a right to the utmost dignity and valuing. As much as those who are kind and outgoing-ly positive to me/us. I cringe when I observe the verbal or non verbal disregard of people who are homeless, sometimes dirty, sometimes abusive and more. Often it is just a slight putdown or slowness to respond. Often it is the lack of eye contact and the usual ready smile offered to others. 'The Resident' in YMCA hostel, and others, is often a stigma which proceeds anyone before they even interact in any way. ".... his nature is always to have mercy" and I question my behaviour and my nature. I am touched with deep emotion because I fall from that example. I know I am no-way-there.
Lord have Mercy.

Normally I work as normal up to late Thursday, this week too. Friday is usually a special service when Joan and me go to be silent before the cross. It is a service of three hours and I normally do two. It is always deep. I feel alone. I want to do. I want to refresh the crucifixion in my life. In his life. At the end of his life. The purpose of his life. The Sunday to follow is far away from my feelings ..............
'who am I
that for my sake
my Lord should take
frail flesh, and die'

That was part of what I sung this morning and I felt it then.
I feel it now.

This Good Friday I have a friend coming over from Norway with his family. I will be enthusiastically spending time with those dearest friends and Joan.
So holy week will be different. Not because I have seen the movie 'the Passion of Christ'. I don't know how I would cope with a dramatical portrayal of the lashing and murder of a person I have been building a special relationship with over forty years - and love deeply.

It will be special this year. I am sure the period will cut me up. I want to feel the pain as I do for the humans around the world who are in pain at the moment. And those I meet every day. I do not want to pass by on the other side.

'see from his head
his hands, his feet
sorrow and love flow mingled down
did e'er such love love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?'

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Saturday, April 03, 2004

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Beef on the Bone
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............................ report ............. we are the only super league team this season without a defeat.
The Saints are marching in .................. and undefeated go into an Easter series against Wigan our arch rival AND, three days later, Th Bradford Bulls who we shredded in the cup round.
So ....... it is a nervy time for us supporters!

Had a w/e off and big catch-up after a busy run ...... and the pressure of drinking champagne last w/e.
Lots to do and paper work/domestics ......... you know all that stuff.

I have cracked some new iPod skills. Not only do I get Gilles Peterson on iPod for two hours weekly ...... I have cracked getting Pete Tong on there for three hours in full volume. So now can listen to three radio programmes as I travel and delete anytime or not.

Tomorrow it is church and more catch before the busy week ahead.

On Good Friday my friend Oyvin is coming over from Norway to London. He is having his first family holiday here EVER and we are delighting to see and hug.

Must cut my toe nails ........ they always get neglected in the busyness of life.

lovetoloveyoubaby

bhp
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Friday, April 02, 2004

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..... between 1am and 2am this morning I sent out - well - well - will tell you how in a minute.
I sent out about 3500 emails to my hit list.
It was my monthly e-newsletter which has only been produced ONCE in the last year!
It HAS been a year since I went into a rock and roll roadie life style ......... mission lifestyle of course.

It is just a catch up on life and inspiration.
You will have received it if you have clicked into my web-site and subscribed for it.
If you have not got a copy ....... and all the fab links of course ....... you can only get it by emailing me here, and I will send you one.

Tomek does all my mac mastering and he is not only a macmaster but also a severmaster! he operates his own server and can do wiz gigs on it.

Lots of, most of, the links are to my web-site which people compliment me on - that's a laugh - because that is done and dusted and created and updated by Charlie webmaster.

So if you want the news
get the e-news
keep an eye on changes coming to the website.

and stay cool and beautiful

bbecoming dot com

bhp
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Thursday, April 01, 2004

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Scotsman, planning a trip to the Holy Land, was
aghast when he found it would cost fifty dollars
an hour to rent a boat on the Sea of Galilee.
"Hoot mon," he said, "in Scotland it wouldna ha
been more than $20."

"That might be true," said the travel agent,
"but you have to take into account that the
Sea of Galilee is the water on which our
Lord Himself walked."

"Well, at $50/hour for a boat," said the Scotsman,
"it's ah no wonder He walked."

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