Thursday, December 09, 2010




Late night
at Wilson Mansions.

It has been a strange run.
Life that is.

Since Capetown
it has been full-on.
I planned a week free
between SA
and Midlands week.
It went with a slide!
The weather and a
family bereavement.

Funeral was over Monday
but still work to do.
I need to travel north again.
Gain access to his flat
and clear/search through
his private documents.
Settle his affairs.

It seems he was living on full benefits
so I guess he had no other income.
It all needs sorting...........

I am listening to
Gilles Peterson
BBC iPlayer - check it
if you like a range of great vibes.

Today I visited an old haunt.
Until five years ago
I worked there for two days a week.
Two solid days of group-work.
Making initial contact
Building on that
loving
building relationships
climate of trust building
and then conducting group work.
Jesus was a group worker.

All humans need to BELONG.
'It takes a village
to bring up a child'
(African Proverb)
It takes a special community
to house
heal wounds
nurture beautiful humans
in steps towards wholeness
and social and emotional
spiritual and relational
wholeness.

Like me
we can all say
we are not there yet.
Right?
So, if damaged as a child,
how do they get on that road?

A caring community can do it
None of us is as good
as all of us .........

James Blake
singer/new artiste
a star of the future
Love this stuff

Today I re-visited the same community.
It was walking into to memory lane.
It was Hugsville
So many still there doing it.
Loving humans.

It was personal
due to my interior activity -
and relational because
we had travelled together
tough/fights/violence
sharing/supporting/developing.

I have been asked to be a Patron.
Strange role to play - so it sounds
but I have deep respect
for the leadership
for the mission
for the workers
for the work
for the beautiful humans .....

So I will do all I can.

I feel for Ben tonight.
Just, on Facebook,
he shared a little of
Youth Worker pain -
facing tough times,
I can guess the aggro
guess the pain
the sleepless night
I feel.........

It is our firstborn's birthday tomorrow.
Joy, born in an Approved School.
A special school
for young offenders.
Such a special human,
as is Ann 'Little Wils'
I love them dearly.

We are due to dine with Joy
tomorrow night
then, the day after,
she travels to the Maldives.
Working in the sun
the best place she has ever
worked, she said last time, and then
she is back here for Christmas .....

Life has been busy.
No holidays this year
so I have not read a
single fiction book.
So, maybe I need to do that
this Christmas.
(It seems such a shame
to join the fiction world -
when, the reality one, is so full-on-happening!

I think it is time for bed.
As usual
sleep is boring.

But I need some methinx.

Then I think of you.
I wonder how you are.

I ask that
because I know so many
who are having it tough.
Maybe Christmas Fear/not Cheer?

I know young humans
separated from the only family they have.
A great desire to be loved,
I guess, by humans unwilling to love,
or unable to love.

And older humans.
Living in torture.
Decisions to be made.
And torturous ones they are.

I always say to humans.
Talk to someone.
Do not keep it hidden from everyone.
That is extreme pain.
Find a helping friend.
Someone able to listen
Someone who can cope in listening.

May you enter that place of Shalom
at this time of the coming of
The Prince of Shalom - who offers
A Shalom which passes all understanding .............