A Little Question to you::

"Come on - lets get closer"
(that is your soul whispering
to your outer shell)

which one of these blobs is::
hungry
angry
lonely
tired
(HALT)

which one is you when you feel 'most vulnerable?
which one are we when we snap out at the ones who love us?
which one are we 'most often'?
which one urges you to overeat, drink, smoke, drugs, duvet dive or ............. ?
which one most irritates you in another human?
are you more accepting of their imperfection - or yours?
do we recognise the HALT feelings and send the right messages to the brain?
do you feel angry because I ask you these questions?
which one of the blobs is the one you would be most concerned about?
which one of these blobs would be most oppressive in the workplace?
have another look!
which one of the blobs would be most difficult to live with in another human?

who will you talk with about this?
who would you NEVER show this to?
why not?


which question above did you avoid asking of yourself?
why?

do you still love me ?


pipbeautifulimperfection




(This is part of an A4 sheet - a tool to aid development of humans
- many similar are in THE BIG BOOK OF BLOBS
email me if you want details of how to buy the book or the CDR)

a collection of humans met in Brick Lane for a Curry last night - wonder-full ..... we need more ....


.... and I left a little message on the urinal .....

SHEILA
NEWS

.... THIS little Sheila ....

.... this little Television Director is about 2 on this pic.

We are going to see a band together, called BRMC, this Wednesday hey hey ...

SHEILA NEWS

Only Joy would have Pink Sugar.

Here she is when working in Cuba and right now she is on her way to work in
Las Vegas and San Francisco
for two weeks ......
......so will miss the beautiful human ......

Pip Wilson
Blob Tree



Really pleased that the books and tools are being made available and publishers are pumping them out around the world now - at last.

Pleased that the YMCA English National web-site have given a good strong link to all the books and stuff.
HERE::

"You give but little
when you give of your possessions.

It is when you give
of yourself
that you truly give."




~Kahlil Gibran

Felt a bit strange today.
The reason - we had a day off and hit the road to visit Joy in her new home.

Salad in the garden, Champagne provided by Janine another guest at Joy Mansions. Then a longish walk including the beach and a shop in the high street - after a drink at the beach-side pub.
Water for me!

I think I have not relaxed proper over the Easter holiday because I have had my head inside the Mac. All due to the project mentioned in posts below. Today the scene was demanding me to shut the toolbox lid, snooze the iMac, think beautifulness as I spent time with humans - just being ....... beautiful ... it was.

Home tonight and something on the news triggered my thoughts to Potter.
Phil Potter was a tough rough loud dirty foul fast talking 15 year old club kid some sheds of years ago.
And I loved him dearly.

He had hair which was long. Hanging into his eyes and ears - all of them not well washed. His eyes were full of puss and infection. I could not see his ears.
He was great at talking but ......... er .... listening? ....... cough.

For some reason he decided that he wanted to keep his denim covered leather jacket and follow God at the same time. I have a great audio tape of me interviewing him in a derelict farm in Wales about his faith. All the time he was being interviewed he was being abused and jested with by passing peers. It is a fascinating item of history for me Joan and the Sheilas.

When he left school he aspired to working on the Waltzer on the travelling fairground. He did and he went missing for periods over the next few years. But we kept good contact and Potter became a welcome guest to both club and family.
Eventually we moved on from that project and went to work with the YMCA for the first time. We kept contact too when he joined the Army and we, after a few years, moved to work in London's east end.

As a Royal Marine Commando he was first on the boat to the Falklands when the armada set forth - and that moment in history was featured tonight in the news. So Potter, still a regular visitor to Wilson Mansions, our East-End Estate, sailed away from us and wrote his regular letters - this time from the 'at sea' Canberra. The tough East End kids had met him and yearned for news of him - especially those serving Borstal and Prison sentences. They got letters too from Potter. He was a man of struggling faith -aren't we all? It was all real-during that battle and he returned to us alive and well.

In the following months, after his return, he often visited us in his battered Datson car, following days of running up and down Welsh mountains with a back pack full of house bricks.

He was training to be the fittest of the fittest because he wanted to join the SAS elite. He applied. He joined. He continued to visit ........ strange ...... he just showed up at anytime and sat at the family table and slept on the floor and ...... ..... next morning he was gone ..... back to some secret SAS venture he never talked about.
The most professional of armed robbers and violent robbers from both in and out of prison - respected him good and proper.
He came to Greenbelt and hung out. He did a few trips to the bank with the ticket income. An SAS man alongside the cash transit was an extra security.

I have photographs of him. Many of you may have met him. This man who always talked without any 'full-stops'. That was Potter ....... he used to call me 'Wilson'.

Years after there was a massive unexpected storm in the south of England. Well remembered because it brought the south to a standstill - trees down - trains and traffic still - disaster in fabric terms too. I cannot remember the year - but Michael Fish was the weather man in those days - that day.

That same day Joy and me were at a funeral in the North of England. Home town St Helens. We missed the disaster. But we had our own. We were at the funeral of Potter.
He died, they said, of natural causes ..............


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Have been out in town with the Level Five group tonight. (see the link on my web home page if you don't know about the group who have been meeting now for nearly 27 years).
So great. Beautiful humans.
Social Capital.
I want to invest in your bank.

Did you know I have been blogging for four years? My earliest blog went like this::

Here are my very first Blog ........

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

The last 4 days I have been in Prague with the programme planning group regarding the European YMCA festival (3-9 August) for 8000 YMCA people.
It was a working week-end and , never having been to Prague ...............

Read on and other early blogs here.

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Joan is proof reading the Gutter Feelings book and the feelings are hitting her chest.
She says it is tough to read and tough to proof read.

At the same time I am writing the new stuff from the past few years.

These two photos remind me about how working in Armenia with young humans changed my life.
I have just been writing this for the book.

See these two pix.
The are both of the 'One Game' which I play/use and play the U2 Song 'One' at the same time.
It is an expriential game that is full of feeling - giving trust and receiving trust - support - the Kingdom experienced.

Just look how relaxed the two BHP's are when being lifted high - with eyes closed.
See those lifting - heads bowed in some cases - feeling it too.
It cannot be placed into words - it is about the feelings, the experience.
Click each pic to enlarge - look again at these humans ....... can you do empathy with them?

This is Armenia.
These are young humans in Armenia
Those days changed my direction and my life ........


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