Thursday, March 31, 2005

the best stage in the world ....

ww stage
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


..... like an excited little boy that I am sometimes ...... this stage is the property of the greatest Rock and Roll band in the world and has been designed by my friend .......

.....tell you the truth ....... he is so much part of the family - he is now a better friend of the Sheilas ...... I must try harder at being a friend to people - I am really not that good ........


...... when away at Greenbelt ....

gb w:p
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


............. got two emails just ....... one from Cary from Belfast who I fell in love with at High Leigh on a Greenbelt w/e. Our first meeting was Level 5 and expect it to be like that forever ....... there was a glass or two of Cointreau being shared around the group at the time .......
Read her sponnee new blog on;

The other email is from another woman I love who is homeless and I love her much. She gives me all she has in terms of relationships - she has slept rough on the streets - drugs to keep away the freeze inside and drink of sad kind to keep as a friend ..... sometimes her only friend who does not give her grief .....

I feel blessed by both contacts ...... that they would trouble to contact me and give out from their soul ..... and I love it and thrive on it ......

Just thought I would tell you about what touches my soul .....

Pip Wilson BHP
(I would rather be a BHP than a Sir Pip!!!)

"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
love like you have never been hurt"


... this could change my life .....

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


. ....... mine is changed but maybe it needs a bit more ..... I am sold on this ...... maybe not sold enough ....... maybe I need to sell more eh?



Tonight Make Poverty History is going to make television history.

At 19.58, across almost every TV channel, a short film featuring Brad Pitt, Bono, Cameron Diaz and many more famous faces, will show exactly why the opportunity we have this year to bring an end to poverty shouldn't be wasted.

It's called "Click" because in about the time it takes for you to click your fingers a person dies of extreme poverty. Dies, often, for want of medicine that you or I could buy over a counter at any chemist.

Do tell everyone you can to watch the launch of "Click" tonight - it's a really remarkable film. If you can't get to a TV you will be able to see it here after 20.00. Please forward this mail on to a group of your friends, and ask them to join us too.

Thanks for your support. Together we really can make poverty history.



Tuesday, March 29, 2005


u2 fame
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


... reading the reviews on U2 dot com and other sites about the U2 first show of their tour called VERTIGO ...

"....Already Willie Williams' stunning new show design was catching every breath - not least for fans with seated tickets who were the only ones who could see that the stage floor itself was embedded with lights, periodically hosting racing contests between different series of coloured illuminations. (You had to be there... as many of you will be sometime this year.)

In fact it turned out to be a show full of surprises. When was the last time in the same show that we saw Larry on keyboards, Adam on guitar, Edge on bass and Bono on drums ? Did we ever ? (Let us know, if you think so.)

'Thanks for waiting for us, thanks for waiting in line for tickets,' explained Bono in the break after New Year's Day. 'It's a great night that we made it here, we didn't know that we would... it's a miracle.'


.... I told you you are unique ......

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


BBC Tech says .........."Eighty large net service firms have switched on software to spot and stop net attacks automatically.

The system creates digital fingerprints of ongoing incidents that are sent to every network affected.

Firms involved in the smart sensing system believe it will help trace attacks back to their source.

Data gathered will be passed to police to help build up intelligence about who is behind worm outbreaks and denial of service attacks"


.... in the shoes ......

images entwined
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.



"It costs so much to be a full human being that there are very few who have the enlightenment on the courage, to pay the price.
One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms.
One has to embrace the world like a lover.
One has to accept pain as a condition of existence.
One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.
One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying."
Morris L. West

in the Shoes of the Fisherman.


Monday, March 28, 2005

MY HERO ............

pip my hero
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


..... here I am still coughing after weeks of such activity, one week of antibiotics and a ton of lemon and honey ...... serves myself right for saying;
"I am never ill"
sarcastic hmmm
from me!

Another sip of the lemon flavoured honey and a little catch up from me .....

My team 'the saints' won today but so so hard to do that with battered bodies after a tough match on Friday.

Another sip .....

Daughter Ann-MTV-TV Director came to visit yesterday and we all watched Colditz together. And had some good food and coughed together because she got the same bug.
Today we took;
Joyce-MinL-broken hip-living with us for a pub lunch and a good chat.
Had to tape 'the saints' and enjoyed it later.

Have been thinking ........ not too long ago I often said to Joan "I am Happy" and not been doing that recently - it is true - I am not happy!
I am not UNhappy but life has been too much on the edge of late;
over work

Don't get me wrong (sometimes when I share a feeling here which includes a word like 'alone' or unhappy' - I get misunderstood by some - as if I am living with that feeling all the time when it my be just a passing hammer to the kneecaps) I tend to 'tell' my feelings and as you know - they come and go.
Empty mug - no more sips!

I heard on TV a couple of days ago - a presenter was saying "Now for those who celebrate Easter" and I though this was a sensitive comment for a range of multi-faith humans - or those with none. What followed was an item about EGGS! Can you believe it.
Stinking eggs!

All I can say now is ....... Easter is over and let us leave that event behind and get on with our lives - it is rather ugly anyway ...... other than the eggs and the easter bunny rabbits ....... they are ok ....... lets concentrate on Christmas because all the extras you get around then really do disguise the ugly bits ..................

I am H.A.P.P.Y. ..... am not a human with ups and downs and fights and stumbling and failing ...... I am happy and perfect ......

"work like you don't need the money
dance like no-one is watching
sing like no-one is listening
love like you have never been hurt"

Saturday, March 26, 2005


pip bhome
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.



Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.


He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there," they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How selfish I have been!" he said; "now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever." He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children," said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

"But where is your little companion?" he said: "the boy I put into the tree." The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

"We don't know," answered the children; "he has gone away."

"You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow," said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like to see him!" he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all."

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?" For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

"Who hath dared to wound thee?" cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

"Nay!" answered the child; "but these are the wounds of Love."

"Who art thou?" said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, "You let me play once in your garden, today you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise."

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.



Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


You are a Beautiful Human Person as you read this.

Read this and absorb it-don't read these words flippantly.

Are you reading?
They are written for YOU especially YOU.

You are a valuable person
You are a special person
You are a unique person
You are beautiful You are precious
You are unrepeatable
You are mysterious
You are a beautiful human person

No one will ever exist like you
No one will ever experience a life that you have experienced
You are a collection of specialness that has never been put together before

Your life deserves a film premier at a West End cinema
You are so special and uable that Jesus has died for you He loves you so much that he has given his life for you His love is completely and totally 100% for you His love for You is unconditional

If you became a better person now, if you became a committed Christian today-either or both, God couldn't love you any more tomorrow.

His love for you is total NOW and he cannot love you any more. Of course he deserves a response and it makes him happy if we respond BUT his love is not dependent on it. You are 100%, totally and completely loved.

pip wilson
Easter 2005


Friday, March 25, 2005

'Requiem for a Dream'

images tip
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.



I am listening to my iPod at the moment and playing 'Requiem for a Dream' from a movie of that name. It was given me by a young woman who I used to work with and still calls in for a chat. She slept on the street in Canada for three years and using a Drug called 'Crystal Meth' a bit of a killer. She was arrested at 16 when she was found in possession and deported to live with us in a London YMCA Hostel. She could not find that drug here and not many people have heard of it. She is now 18, free from drugs, working, beautiful human and alive. She wrote a poem on my web-site about using that drug ;-

This music would be on the soundtrack of her life. A question I ask of people.
If your life was made into a movie - what would be on the soundtrack?


Thursday, March 24, 2005

..... nothing more important ......

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


"Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I, of these stories of who we are and where we have come from and the people we have met along the way because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity . . . that God makes himself known to each of us most powerfully and personally."
Frederick Buechner (Telling Secrets , 1991)

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

~~~~~ VESPOL ~~ on stage

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


..... I am recommending this band for Greenbelt.
I heard them in Czech Republic last year and think they would be great for gb.
The website is in Czech language but if you would go through that pages you can meet a lot of photo material.

See Fotogalerie and also Rozpis Ä?ást 2 and Ä?ást 3. In session Repertoár/MP3 there are 5 MP3 songs available.

They are fun ..... fantasic artistes and I love the International feel .....


Tuesday, March 22, 2005


image enter
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


........ WHAT DRIVES YOU? ........ someone said.
Hmmm - what a question.
I like questions.

What drives me?

I could go on about the past but I must think of 'now' and not the past.
"You never step in the same river twice."
I have moved - you too.

I don't like humans.

I love em.
So on the personal level I have a passion which drives me to 'be' with people to walk through my development with them - and me walk with them in theirs.
That is you my friend. I count you as being part of that process if you click this way more than once.
Interacting with humans is a desire and that drives me. It stimulates me to yearn and grow and I trust that this emerging relationship will be good for 'the other' too.

Intrapersonal. That is me interacting with me.
What drives me is the journey into self discovery and especially in relation with others. I am not a book person but love books. Drink em.
I suppose I am a spiritual person but don't particularly feel that.
God was a strategic decision for me.
It was more like falling in love.
It was a major decision.
I just had to chose that way at the time.
I decided to be a follower and, how I did that forty years ago, is very different than now. I am glad. No regrets.
To be one of the Masters cracked pots is a privilege.

I also reflect on my experiences and what I have learned. Learned imperfectly. What drives me is doing business with myself. The journey inward - being the longest journey.

But I am driven beyond the personal and spiritual ....... like

The Social ?
The Cosmos ?

I must reflect here too!


I want a life remote control .....

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


.......... well here I am post the Doc visit with eye drops, antibiotics and a big wish it would go away so I can get on with real life.

I am always committed to telling you how I really am and the physical comes into that.

I am still in a groove of going to work and that is everyday until Easter and then a wee break. I have not done my 'monthly' eNewsletter so far this year and I would love to do one before the crucial time of Easter. Will you make sure you are on the contact list for it? See the box on my web-site home page.

Will do a reflective blog later ........ I need to ...........


Monday, March 21, 2005

.... and you are unique .......

image uniq
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


"The Left mocks the Right, the Right knows it's right. Two ugly traits. How far should we go to try and understand each other's point of view? Maybe the distance covered on the the cross is a clue."

..... Easter is almost .......


I feel I feel I feel ......

images depr
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


...... been a 12 day a coughing lifestyle for me ....... life is exciting eh?
I see the Doc tomorrow and see if he recommends amputation.

Love to love you baby ....... and so says Donna Summer.

I have that passion ...... to love you baby .......... I just feel a big passion when I see humans and even better as we emerge together as personalities.

It hurts when I get close and I discover deep hurt and even abuse there. It is a privilege to have that shared but the love aches with empathy as it leaks out. "I don't want feelings anymore" - she said to me.

I am going to 'love' tomorrow ......... some humans may call that 'work'

Why people change

1. slow despair, boredom.
2. They hurt sufficiently.
3. The sudden discovery that they can.


Sunday, March 20, 2005

~~~~ IMAGINE ~~~~~

images world
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.



So I'm just thinking to myself, right..
I'm thinking that John Lennon said, 'Imagine there's no heaven..' But I'm thinking,
'Get lost John-think I might imagine there is'..

A place where the buses run on time, and women walk safe after dark. Where eating chocolate reduces cholesterol, smoking is relaxing but doesn't cause cancer, and you can't get headaches or hangovers.

I'm thinking of a place where nurses earn as much as company chairmen, policemen are liked but not really necessary and teachers don't want to be anything else. Where children run multinationals for fun and grown-ups are sent to bed every time they're rude.

A place where you can be busy if you want to be, but you can buy extra time when you need it (from an Extra Time Shop).

A place where you can go to sleep when you're tired, deep, deep sleep so you wake up feeling like you've had a life transfusion like your life has been heated up.

I'm thinking of a place where nobody notices their nakedness and species aren't endangered. Where you've got all shapes and sizes... but no one great or small. Where people meet you and don't even notice your bone structure or your colour because they're so struck by your soul. Where they hear your spirit not your accent and everyone knows that everyone's only a mere immortal.

Of course this heaven is not a religious place. I mean there'll be no Jehovah's Witnesses at your door (who needs a witness when Jehovah's down the road?) and God won't be a rumour because he'll have a front door.

You won't have to pray because you can talk.

There is no need for churches,

Mosques or temples.

No one tells you how to live your life

Because no one needs to.

There'll be no streets of gold

Or pearly gates or harps,

No big dad god and little boy god

on matching thrones.

No regrets

But a place where every time you bump into a why

You can feel a because.

There will still be bad language.

Words like bomb and bullet and rape.

There will even be the odd four-letter word..hate,

For example.

But some words will not be able to be spelled at all





because these words will come from

an ancient language

no longer understood

occasionally studied but never spoken.

I'm imagining a place called heaven.

A place where you can eat chocolate

And fight heart disease,

Take a long, slow drag on a fag

To cure someone of cancer,

Climb through the air on wings like eagles,

Run but never get tired ....

....... by Martin Wroe.

From a little book I have bought by the dozen and still do from web-shops - called;
'When you haven't got a prayer'


Saturday, March 19, 2005

~~~~~~~~~ Video ~~~~~~

pip june
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


.... the young woman coming to talk with me was clearly sad and sat down and began to pour out her issues.

A video in my mind plays this little scene. I can see it replay now. I can feel the feelings I had then - as it plays.

I had just got to the stage of trying to ease out the persons feelings. Going around and out again. Her feelings were evident but she could not verbalise them. They were buried deep behind the disturbance she carried like toothache which was hiding all the other feelings.

Then an outside intervention.
A man came and offered chocolate to the young woman which she gladly accepted.
It was a pure act of sensitivity and beautifulness.
He must have seen the distress and acted.
A man with needs too.
Just giving what he could.
He did not hinder the one on one conversation - but added something special - like a prayer it was.
A chocolate prayer.

We continued the chat and it went deep and purposeful ......... but ...... the story of that may come out when I click this way again.

At the moment - I just want to replay that chocolate moment again .......
The Chocolate Video.


Gang Advice .....

beckford gangs
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


...... so to the urban gangs we say;
settle down
be nice
get a job
1.7 kids
slippers by the fire .....

.......... all that is totally boring compared with the exhilarating thirst the thrills of crime and violence which is so exciting and you get the BMW, the girls and the bling ........

There needs to be a purpose for living - a life of challenges, passion and excitement ............. who has something on offer?


Friday, March 18, 2005

Andy Turner snapping me .......

pip newpic
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


...... ... in my favourite cafe today ........ do I look ill? ....... I look a bit pink I think!!

.... sorry Andy ....... not firing on the Rolls Royce engine today .....


..... a virus of the worst kind ...

tk desk
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


..... a week on and the virus is still hanging on hitting this big mouth who says "I am never ill....." hmmm

I do things and then I feel like an empty shell and have to lie down and sleep. I have the w/e free of work so I trust it will be the final lap in recovery as I have a full week - full on - before me.

I have had some remarkable groups this week and also some great 1 on 1's. Most of the detail which would excite you and get below the skin - is too personal to click about. I never risk breaking confidentiality. People only trust and open up about the critical issues in their lives only IF they feel there is no risk of betrayal. That takes some establishing. Every week I am asked;
- Am I a therapist?
- am I a psychologist?
- am I a probation officer/social worker? ....... da de da ......

My answer is stumbling because I am just a person aiming to build a helping relationship with view to facilitating growth and development IF he or she wishes that. How do you put that into street English?

Once humans have got to know me there is a big step. They realise that my agenda is theirs not mine. They clock that I ask questions which triggers them to search their own soul and come up with options. The suss me out. They know I will not give any 'shoulds' or 'aughts'.
(I never us the the words 'should' or 'ought'.)

"I don't want feelings anymore" she said.
The biggest issue it seems to me is;
A massive struggle to understand their interior.
When there is a mass of ugliness in our exterior we need, even more, to be able to handle the inner me.

That is why the drugs and the drink are so well used ............ it is a hideaway from all those ugly interior feelings that crush the spirit.

This week I have met humans who are doing the wholistic journey and doing well. Incredible.
There is a long long line of others .........


Thursday, March 17, 2005

..... reflection ....

pip wingm
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


..... / all humans / sometimes / always / have an inadequate capacity to love / .......



pip boots
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


don't wait / love first .......


Wednesday, March 16, 2005

...... I want / ........

BJ L eye
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


I want to be / I want to be more than I am / I am not unhappy / but I yearn for more / I want to 'become' as well as 'be' / so I can live more / love more / I want to experience love / from within / from without / from out of space / from eternal space / I don't want to soar on eagles wings / I want to soar from the warmth and shine in a human eye / I want to soar in spiritual wonder / I want to feel your breath on my neck in every step / I want to have my feet on concrete ..........


As I move around I love snapping the beautiful humans I meet - like you ....

ky bhps
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

...... it is a fact that ......

sun pix
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


....... Hostel rooms have plastic carrier bags hanging outside the windows .....


.... and again ....... and ....

images foot
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


...... again and again I feel your finger reaching out and touching mine ......


Madelaine Freddie-J Bluesky Napier

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

........ hey hey congratulations ....

Another Beautiful Human Person with us ...


Monday, March 14, 2005

MY Fav Book Title .............

pip GWF
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

Some humans treat communication in relationships like;
Throwing presents over a wall with the hope that they are being received.
Superficiality is the enemy of intimacy.

The best present is the giving of our authentic self.
That present - is a continuous flow of presents - as we develop as a human (becoming) we are revealing ourselves as part of our wholistic journey as we, right there and then, discover ourselves.
Without self disclosure there is no real giving.
Without self disclosure there is no real love.

We who have reached that point of intimacy - not superficiality, need to take the steps of 'being' this self disclosure first.
(Vulnerability not masks.)
'Becoming' this self disclosure, in some strange way, give the other permission to do the same.

Then the wall is removed and we can give the presents with a smile.

Some Quotes;
"Don't lie to God" Martin Luther King

"Don't live in a population of one" Me

"Love cures. It cures those who give and it cures those who receive" Karl Menninger Psychiatrist

Love makes me vulnerable .......

Sunday, March 13, 2005

~~~~ U2 NEW STAGE ~~~~~

U2 stage
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... only joking - this is the work of a fan - I borrowed from atu2dotcom .....

..... all the best U2 news found there .....


PIPreflectingANDstumblingAGAIN .....

sun flws
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

....... on these blog pages I have a commitment to you and myself to;

Normally I am journeying inward through feelings, my soul, the spiritual, the yearning, the becoming ..... all clicked out on these pages.
Usually that journey is stimulated by the sort of Mission activities I have been involved in and behaviour of myself and others.
(Behaviour lives out of attitude and feelings it seems to me.)

Today I am chained a bit by a developing cough and a body frame that is not moving or resting easily. I clicked yesterday about me never being ill. Cough!
It is true - but my humanness has caught me and and I am a bit of a stumbling human at the moment. It will not last ........ I need to kick the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight ........and I have a Greenbelt Meeting tomorrow - a special one indeed, and I don't want to miss it.

The other 'domestic' is Joyce, my 84 year old Mother in Law, has come direct from hospital to stay with us for a few weeks to get back to strength.
Also daughter Ann, in the midst of her new work with the MTV show, has dropped in to see her Nana and the full of coughing me.

My only reflecting is;
I have had a fab week working with a range of humans and I love the range.
1 Working with Homeless and battered young humans stretches me. I have to learn all the time as I try to be alongside and communicate.
2 Working with humans in the Corporate Sector also stretches because I have to reach out, with all I have, to communicate most effectively.

Comparing both .......... 'both' contain unique individuals who cannot be banged in two boxes. I am working with them in group context and have to be aware of a range feelings as I view the sea of faces. Beautiful humans with apprehension - qualities - personalities - yearnings and more and more.
One group has social stigma and another has social status.

Interesting story ......... going around the group one of the youngsters in my group asked if anyone in the group had credit on their mobile phone.
I was the only one who had a mobile telephone on 'monthly'. All the rest had empty mobile phones - it's normal. The rather emotionally urgent call was made from mine.

I suppose I don't feel comfortable doing comparisons because they, individually and corporately, all have needs and it is my job to work in that context and use the best tools and methodology.
All in my beautiful imperfection.

If I can help the opening up of each authentic human;
-to self
-to others
-to me
It can only be good for development and release of the fullest possible potential.

"Community is a safe place precisely because no one is attempting to heal or convert you, to fix you, to change you. Instead, the members accept you as you are. You are free to be you. And being so free, you are free to discard defenses, masks, disguises: free to seek your own psychological and spiritual health."

M. Scott Peck


Saturday, March 12, 2005


logo hostel
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

so show/me/how to feel good enough/
about being me/so that I can leave my shell/and shout
and jump and kick/until something gets changed/because
the future is mine/and I don't want it to be like/the past/and I hate/
seeing people starve/in order to give me/cheap trainers


You are you are you are ......

pip bhp
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

I am never ill
Sick yesterday!

Ten years without having a day off sick and ...

I have been away folks ..... moving from sleeping in a Hostel to a poshest of Hotels. Working with beautiful human persons in both venues.
The run of away-ness and busy times has kept me off these keys until I get home on Thursday and ..... then I hit this sickness. From 11 pm through to 6 am I was being sick of the worst kind - every half hour.
When I am sick I go weak and lie on the floor before and after the act. I remember once returning from an interview in Scotland and spending the whole journey on the train toilet floor.

Bad - real bad, I let down the humans I was due to facilitate on Friday as I spent my recover feeling like a sack of spuds - not eating but downing the boiled water by the pint.
I feel bad that I let them down. It is not like missing a day at the office - it was a special day all prepared and ready for the needle in the groove.
Sorry Dan and all.

I had to spend a day being unable to read, watch tv, click keys, - a helpless babe. Beautifully IMPERFECT.



Tuesday, March 08, 2005

..... Look Around You .....

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

..... and another day of being with humans and trying to set up informal events in which 'experiences' can happen and also development.
A caterpillar looks nothing like a butterfly but one develops from the other

......... I see hope for the humans I work with - 'be' with.
Sometime ago a TV producer wanted to make a tv programme about the humans I worked with and me. He wanted to call it;
I objected.
Sometimes we have to be the hope for people - because there IS hope.

Someone once said to me; "I am dead already"
Yet it was truly said - and meant.

Sometimes humans have few resources to bring to being successful humans.
Successful parents
A Husband
............... even a friend.

That is why unconditional love is important.
The bruised and broken can find many who look down on them and despise them - even.
What we all need is love.
And it seems to me - it is not love unless it is unconditional.

We need to have eyes to see.
It takes time for the butterfly to emerge.
It is so uncomfortable being an emerging butterfly ....... human.

We need to look ........ it seems to me ....... and see .... and feel and ....

"Look around you - there are people around you.
Maybe you will remember one of them all your life
and later eat your heart out because
you didn't make use of the opportunity to ask them questions."

Alexander Solzhenitsyn


Informal Education . . . .

pip trabcls
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

...... the word Educate comes from two Latin words meaning
to lead
to draw out.

I have a book - almost written with 580 Questions.
'Pearls of Wilson - Questions' - maybe the title?
Good ones, which draw me out - draw other humans out.
Not the quiz question with answers.
Only answers which are drawn out of the soul of each human.
I love questions.
It is not oppressive to ask a question.
You are not telling people what to think, believe, feel ....... it is a method of drawing out the best in each human.
All the stuff learned in 'The University of Life' ........


Monday, March 07, 2005


pip image hrt
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... superficiality and initmacy are enemies ...........

................... with one of those .. other humans will not be able see, touch, warm to us in our;

in our
imperfection ..........


Sunday, March 06, 2005


Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

..... I will be sleeping in my own bed and also three others - this week.

One will be in a posh Hotel and two others in differnt London Hostels.

I will be working at stretch of differing kinds.
Lovingit lovingit .......

Also stretched and challenged and learning from my;


I guess I will learn more from my imperfection.
I guess I will glow more in the beauty of experiences. I need those bits. Never expect positive feedback but love it when it hits.

The deepest beauty comes from within.
Placed there by a unique finger tip on the soul (see; )

I feel I have so much I want to click on these keys. For my reflection. You reading it is a bonus. Thanx.

Must get back to prepping ...... maybe a click-a-da-keys-a-bit-later?



Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... when Joan and I run a Hells Angels type youth club some er ..... 35 years ago ....... Ann was born when we lived there above the club, I know about this Cricketer called David Sheppard - a right posh bloke who had gone to live in a tough Inner City and was doing the same sorta stuff as us. He published journals out of it. I contribute some reflections too - but learned so much from the thinking and frontier work which came out of this place called The Mayflower Family Centre in the East End of London.
That was the same place that I was called to some thirty years ago. Joan me and the kids spent ten years there - the toughest job I have ever done. Well tried. I gave all I had as Senior Youth Worker to about forty youth workers and thousands of kids over that periods. The book, my first book, Gutter Feelings came out of that experience. David and his wife Grace both contributed the foreword to it.

He died yesterday.
He had suffered long with cancer.

I could write sooo much about this man. Take a glance at some of the words in the press and on websites over the coming days. A great man. He was a major influence on me before I knew him and a beautiful human when we met over the years.

He said in his most recent book, and in other works, that the toughest job he ever did was the youth work job. See my comment above. The toughest for me physically emotionally and spiritually.

The BBC We-site says this;
"Lord Sheppard had intended to be a barrister, but while at Cambridge University decided to go into the Church, and he was ordained in 1955.

After a curacy at Islington, he became the first warden of the Mayflower Family Centre at Canning Town in London, and stayed there 11 years until his appointment as Suffragan Bishop of Woolwich.

At the age of 46, he became the youngest ever diocesan bishop when he moved to Liverpool.

Lord Sheppard never sought to avoid controversy. Protesting against apartheid as a cricketer, he refused to play against the South African team in 1960, and opposed the sending of a team to that country in 1968.

The outspoken bishop later called for a boycott of the 1980 Moscow Olympics.
He was equally critical of the British Government during the 1980s."

He ................ Championed the poor ...........

Hmm ....... I will reread the intro to the book ........ go to the Memorial Service if it is possible ............ and give thanx eternal ......

bhp David Sheppard.

Friday, March 04, 2005

..... back online after .....

pip image
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

this will be superficial.

Been away overnight again.
Lots of messages fro beautiful humans.

Led a course today about;-
'Beyond Behaviour'
A Training Course about dealing with aggression, violence and anger.
'There is no such a thing as a difficult person
Only difficult behaviour'.
had to prepare well
I lovedit lovedit loved ......... it.

great group to spend time with.
Great vibe.
All people workers in hostels or forms of youth work.


..... tell you more soon ...

Thursday, March 03, 2005


PIP canningTown
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.


Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

..... I agree with this in the Guardian today .....
Lucy Ward, social affairs correspondent .....

" English society lacks the "warmth" towards children that is found in other European countries, according to the first children's commissioner for England' who was appointed yesterday.

Al Aynsley-Green, at the moment the government's child health tsar, warned of a "deep ambivalence" in England towards children and childhood, with families and parents caring greatly about their own children but remaining unconcerned about other people's.

Children living in poverty or facing disadvantage, and particularly those with disabilities, are being marginalised, Professor Aynsley-Green told the Guardian in his first interview since his appointment, pointing to Scandinavia and southern Europe as societies with child-friendly cultures."

---- PIMPING PIP --------

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... hello peeps ........ I have wanted to tell you this for sometime . You may know that daughter Ann, who everyone knows is a TV Director/Producer, has got a new job with;
M = 1
T = 2
V = 3
She will be winding up the cams alongside DJ Tim Westwood who will be Hosting UK Version of 'Pimp My Ride.' The Radio 1 DJ is known for his flamboyant style and hip-hop show loud and wild.

The v popular United States version of the show features a group of mechanics from West Coast Customs who do the turning of beat up cars into souped up vehicles and was made popular by American rapper 'Xzibit'.

'Xzibit is a close friend,' Westwood quoted in the Sun. 'When I heard that MTV UK were making a version of the show for the UK, I got straight on the phone. Can you imagine the bling machines we're going to create that'll be cruising down your local high street?'

UK's version of 'Pimp My Ride' is scheduled to start filming ....... now.

MTV have found this to be a top viewed show in the States and will release "Pimp My Ride: The Complete First Season DVD" on March 22,- 15 episodes. Have a look at MTV sometime. I have seen and liked it for sometime. It is based around humans not just cars.
-The owner of the car - usually some poor teenager with a banger
-The Presenter - shame they did not select a woman
-The Car Crew with all their skills and personalities - working men!

............ PimpBHP .......


Wednesday, March 02, 2005

...... I TEST ...........

Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.. eye eye ..... the optician says my eyes are ok. No need for new specs - no serious stuff behind the lenses. Seems to thing that the crying eye is a blocked tear duct and I need to get some drops from the Doc.. I always thought I was unblocked when it came to tears - hmmm.
Interesting how they always think 'blood pressure' when it comes to illness. Optician and the GP. Mine is ok but the GP says to go back for another check in a few weeks.

Joan is now home and watching her second football match of the evening with Zig on her knee while I listen to the iPod recorded Pete Tong. So good to be together.

There is a lot going on and some of it I cannot share coz it involves others and I ........ I will tell you later.

This year I hope to be doing a new show at Greenbelt. Big John has agreed to be Series Producer. It will be high tech heaven - Level Five Depth and will be well worth a visit to Greenbelt JUST to catch the one hour a day Show ........ hey hey.

I sip my evening off Cointreau and consider another small cigar.

I think of you too. Howyadoing?
If you are relaxing - fab. If you are churning - great.
It is good to have space to do both.
Some of you email me and tell me your feelings and I love the bits when you tell me what you are doing. How yo relax. Who with.
That reminds me of Jude's blog ...... take time to click this way;-
On my mobile phone I have her as 'Jude Velocity!!!'

Have been doing some groups in recent days and with some new wondrous ideas which get humans telling who they are ..... and we all sit around drinking in the fantastic experience of listening to another giving forth about their life - uncluttered.
I find that, get the right climate of trust, a group of humans can learn so much from opening up with each other ........ listening essential.

I notice ..... when we are in full flow sharing ........ the communicator has open palms as they communicate - share from the soul. NO finger pointing. No 'opinions' - just telling how it is with full feeling.

I yearn as I reflect on the days and as I think of you.

I suppose I think it is VITAL for all of us to have group of humans who have a contract with each other to meet and share ....... that is LEVEL 5.

Paul Tournier from the 'Meaning of Persons';
"We become fully conscious only of what we are able to express to someone else. We may already have had a certain inner intuition about it,
but it must remain vague so long as it is unformulated"


LETtheDAYstart .........

pip col
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

....... today I travelled and went past an upside down pool table.
This is a quiz question. It is a building in London??

Plantlife ...... one of my Fav Albums last year, the new single is;
'She makes me smile'
love it with me.

Soul Jazz ....... coming to be more popular - 'becoming' music!

Supermarkets now sell mini-bags of small peeled carrots just great to eat fresh and crunchy ....... if you feel a bit flat - lack of fire, maybe the sugar levels are low and these kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight. And no FAT!

1 'Why am I afraid to tell you who I am'
2 because if I tell you who I am, and you don't like who I am, that is all I have.
My Favourite book of all time;
1 The front cover title
2 The back cover continuation of the title.

I want to have that commitment to tell you who I am - and at the same time 'tell myself'.

This is me now ....... and I have not one clue of what I am about to click.
I am eating grapes and wish I had bought more carrots today.
I am feeling good - not my eye - as above.
I am not feeling tired - that seems to come at me during the first two hours after I get up in the morning!
The physical - feels good.
The mental - at peace.
The emotional - stable - but yearning for a deep drink of life - even more.
Spiritual - inter-grated into the whole of me.
Future - uncertain (remember ...... I took the red pill!)
People - Joan is back at base and I am away.
I feel good because humans I know who have been damaged and hurt, are letting me close. Even being warm and affirmative. Widows mite A number are taking risks, stepping out of their safe zone and trusting that they will not be destroyed.
It is not easy.
It is painful.

If I feel that other humans feel safe near me - I am pleased - delighted - boosted. My mission includes 'creating a climate of trust'. Being consistent. (Have you read my mission statement via my home page?)

Human needs - and I am one of them.
After basic human needs are met (Food and Shelter etc)
There is a massive need for security. That is physical but, even more so, emotional - relational - spiritual.
Only then can we (me you them others -all!)
move to having a sense of belonging - trust - community ...... hmmm ...... can you see why I mentioned this above?
Al, this is about who I am. It is not self seeking. It is 'others' seeking and in seeking their Shalom (wholeness, beautifulness, imperfection, becoming), will we find our own Shalom.

Few setbacks today. But one step by others has made my day.

"Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start"

by The Call
..... the last verse of 'Let the Day Begin'


eye eye.....<> <> .......

eye eye
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... fixed an appointment today for ...... looking at the clock, today!

I have eyes to see that don't really see - well the right eye.

You are beautiful - even with one eye ....


Tuesday, March 01, 2005

There are many people ....

pip images pic
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

"There are many people who are sincere without being simple;
they are ever afraid of being seen for what they are not;
they are always musing over their words and thoughts and thinking about what they have done,
in fear of having done or said too much.
These people are sincere,
but they are not simple:
they are not at ease with others,
and other people are not at ease with them.
There is nothing easy about them,
nothing free,
spontaneous or natural.
People who are imperfect,
less regular,
less masters of themselves,
are more lovable.
This is how people find them,
and it is the same with God."

Fransois Fanelon

Here I am late again ......

Pip- mandela 1
Originally uploaded by Pip Wilson.

.... I am sipping water from the biggest drinking glass we have indoors - cannot stop drinking it ....... zig has retired early and me just about ready for zedz.
Regular clickers this way will have noticed that I have not been keeping up with the passing days - in blogging terms that is. Life has been a busy and I have neglected to reflect in this way .... so here goes .......

I did find time today to see the GP about my 'leaky right eye'. The stand-in GP advised me to go to the optician and not the eye hospital as I did some eighteen months ago. Then they told me I had a jelly floating around in my eye socket and it would drop off eventually and I would not have the 'swinging blanket' disability any more. It is still there AND the leaks too.
Will try to do that in the morrow.

Feel ok and good really - considering I am home and Joan still wrestling with the NHS and getting Joyce, my Mother in Law, out of hospital and home. The system has been good - don't get me wrong - I am not a negative moaner about the fab job people are doing - often with no appreciation. By the time Joan gets back I will be working away again but the plan is that we will both be home next week-end which will be a much awaited treat.

I am, as well as working, thinking through stuff which excites me. It is all part of the road less travelled we are on. (you and me that is!)
My main thoughts are along the line ........... that our negative behaviour is largely (totally?) from what we have learned in the past through interactions since childhood. So largely we are not living in reality - we are stirring the old pot and churning out the comments/answers/threats/compliments of or former relationships. So we are not living in reality - hear and now.

When we are positive - it seems to me - we are working out in our head, emotions, attitudes, belief systems AND behaviour, the right responses in all human relationships. Don't get me wrong. In the difficult times we are faced with tough decisions BUT we can chose the best options when we are in charge of our wholeness and the spirit of God in charge of our soul.
I love that bible bit about us all being made in the image of God.
I love that activity of standing in a circle and passing around the comment to one another;-
"Thank you for showing me what God is like"
It is better still when the circle has everyone touching their unique finger prints against one another - joining the circle by touch.

How the hell do you work that out you say ....... seeing that you always talk and click about being;-
Beautiful Imperfection.

That journey into beauty is the road less travelled.
That imperfection is when we are trapped in the past life - the old - the oppressive. We will never get to full wholeness but it is great working at it.

The finger tips thing reminded me that I have been invited to go to a YMCA conference in Mumbai (Bombay) in India. They have asked me to go and do some funky stuff with the 600 participants. The trouble is - I would have to pay all the costs myself and take unpaid leave from work - stink. It is a no-go methinks.

Got to go ........ late again Wilson ....... zzzzzzzz