Wednesday, October 26, 2016
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Blob Theory
“Life is difficult”
says M. Scott Peck in his marvellous book,
‘The Road Less Travelled’.

Everyone has a feel-osophy of how life is, and how to negotiate it.
Some have a better grasp of reality than others.
Blobs have a basic idea which enables them to be successful in almost every context, with every people group, in every age.
They cross so many boundaries because they speak the universal languages of emotion and body gestures.
From the age of infancy we become fluent in these ways of communication before we even talk or read.
This knowledge enables us to understand others and ourselves.
Blobs are beautiful humans who are full of imperfections.
They display a whole range of qualities that we might admire or despise.
They interact with all aspects of what it is to be fully human.
These two #books cover most of my life I have yet to live the rest of it of course ….. but if this #journey is of interest to you::

These two #books cover most of my life
I have yet to live the rest of it of course …..
but if this #journey is of interest to you::
* #Urban* #Youth-Work* #Stumbling #Faith* #Failure* #Hurts* #Becoming*
#Young-Offenders* #Gangs #Training / #Facilitation * #Group-Work *
* #Blob-Tree * #Communication-Tools * #Awareness * #Skills * Emotions*
* #Feelings * Seeing beyond behaviour * #SeeBeautiful
GUTTER FEELINGS
DETAILS HERE
If I could get you to read ONE book of mine
it would be the one with
60 years of my journey in it.
called Gutter Feelings
- the 2012 edition - Not the 1985 1st edition.
The Back Streets of Heaven.
#Social, #Emotional, #Spiritual #reflections and #stories from a #Human #Becoming.
#Journeying with me through working with #groups
Young Humans/Urban workers/ #Hostels/ # #YMCA’s / #Developmental #Methodology / #Loveology
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016
The Greenbelt Festival - Fertile soil for my soul
Save £50. Book before midnight, 31 October.
There's just under one week left to bag earlybird weekend tickets for Greenbelt 2017 – held at 2016 prices until midnight on 31 October.
- Save a whopping £50 on adult weekend tickets – until Oct 31
- Save 25% on 18- 25-year-old weekend tickets – just £75 until Oct 31
- Child and youth tickets – held at just £50 for the whole weekend
- First-time community leaders – held at £50 for the whole weekend
- Plus a great range of concession and carer tickets
- And deposit & balance payment options – so you can spread the cost
You can see full prices and all this year's savings in the table below. If you love Greenbelt, book early so we can make the best possible festival.
Greenbelt Taster: Acts Of The Imagination
Acts Of The Imagination is our short film looking back to a wonderful 2016 Greenbelt Festival and looking forward to August 2017 and our next festival at beautiful Boughton House :: The Common Good.
If you need any more persuading to get your tickets early – or, even better, you want something to help you persuade others to join you at Greenbelt – this should do the job. Please share it far and wide.
Here's what
we're hearing
we're hearing
Nearly 2,000 of you completed our post-festival survey. Thank you! The winner of the prize draw for a couple of weekend tickets for 2017 was Michael Hayes. Read more about the survey headlines here.
GTV Youth
Tell It Like It Is
Tell It Like It Is
Four passionate and brave young people gave short talks at GB16 on issues ranging from criminal justice to autism. Raw and honest, you can now check out this clutch of youthful brilliance on our Youtube channel.
Taking the
long view
long view
Martin Evans has been to all seven of Greenbelt's sites over the years and he thinks that Boughton is our best! Read his reflections and his longing to see people return to the festival he loves and believes in.
Monday, October 24, 2016
We Were Wrong About Limiting Children's Screen Time
We Were Wrong About Limiting Children's Screen Time

How much time should kids be allowed to stare into their screens like zombies? New guidelines issued by the American Academy of Pediatrics upturns conventional thinking on the matter, showing that a sweeping one-size-fits-all approach is not the right way for parents to go about limiting their children’s screen time.
For years, the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) has told parents to limit their child’s screen time to no more than two hours per day, whether that time is spent in front of a television, tablet computer, laptop, or mobile phone. What’s more, the AAP made virtually no mention of age, or the kind of content that should be limited, issuing a simplified blanket approach to media use.
In a series of papers published today in the science journal Pediatrics, it’s clear that the AAP has significantly revised its thinking on the matter, breaking down media use according to all these criteria. And to support parents with these new recommendations, the AAP has published an interactive, online tool that families can use to create a personalized Family Media Use Plan.

To say that these revised guidelines are long overdue would be a gross understatement. As any parent knows, not all media content is equal. Accordingly, the AAP now makes a distinction between entertainment and educational programming. This means that parents can now be a bit more lenient when their tweens need to hit up Wikipedia while doing their homework, or when they’d like to tackle some modules on Khan Academy.
That said, the AAP says parents need to limit the entertainment side of media use, pointing to social media, video games, commercial television, and streaming services. For school-aged children and teens, the AAP says it’s important to balance media use with other healthy behaviors, and that problems begin when excessive screen time interferes with experiences critical to learning, such as physical activity, hands-on exploration, and face-to-face social interaction.
For younger children, the AAP recommends that children under the age of 18 months avoid screens altogether, except for apps like Skype and FaceTime which they can use to chat with grandma and grandpa. Children between 18 to 24 months can be introduced to digital media, but the AAP says it needs to be “high-quality programming” (the AAP doesn’t define what it means by that, but it clearly doesn’t want young children to be watching any old garbage) and that parents should watch it along with their children to help them understand what they’re seeing.
Similarly, children between the ages two to five should be limited to high-quality programming, with screen use limited to one hour per day. Again, the AAP is asking parents to co-watch these programs with their children. Kids who are six and older should have “consistent limits” placed on the time spent using media, particularly of the entertainment variety. Parents should make sure that screen time isn’t getting in the way of adequate sleep, physical activity, and other healthy behaviors.
Lastly, the AAP says parents should designate media-free times for the entire family, such as during dinner or while driving, and that families should also create media-free zones in the home, such as in bedrooms—which, good luck.
Indeed, these guidelines are all well and good—and they’re undoubtedly not even wrong—but implementing these prescriptions is another thing entirely. The AAP, with its lofty recommendations, doesn’t sound entirely in tune with the realities of daily life. Parents obviously want to raise healthy children who aren’t constantly glued to computer screens, but these devices are a godsend for those moments when a parent needs to make dinner, or when they simply need to go to the bathroom. A few moments of peace and quiet can do wonders for a parent, powering them with the patience to truck on and put on a genuine smile when the kids comes calling. When it comes to limiting screen time, there’s a tradeoff between parental health, and the needs of a child—and that needs to be acknowledged.
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Phil Potter - Youth Club Kid, worked on the travelling Fair Ground Walzer & joined the Royal Marine Commando's and SAS

So damn beautiful .........
This is Potter.
Years ago I lead a team running a seven day a week club -
our little family lived in the flat above.
At 10pm we kicked the teenagers out of the Y Club
and welcomed in the gang from the local pub and
often stayed open until 2am.
often stayed open until 2am.
Potter was one of the kids growing up with us.
My earliest memories of him was his continues stream of talking/asking/opinions/questions ......"
Hey Wilson" he used to say .........
at the same time everyone else was talking of course ....
The visual Potter was once a 15 year old with a Leather Jacket,
eager to catch up to his older role models.
His hair was long and always hanging over and into his eyes.
His eyes were full of puss having caught his own bacteria.
Really infected eye lids - the bacteria from his hair I guess.
I have an old cassette recording of an interview I did with him
when he was 15/16.
He had become a Christian and he was telling me
all about the harassment he was experiencing in school
and in the Y Club.
We were at Gwynfynydd in North Wales,
a deserted Farm with out electricity, water or sanitation.
We used to go there almost every month
with a gang of kids of different ages.
with a gang of kids of different ages.
Massive memories - developmental experiences -
building relationships -
building relationships -
the isolation brought us all together
as well as the made-up stories of how someone had hanged himself
in that bedroom upstairs, where we all slept,
and that he still walks around the creaky floorboards at night............
As Potter was doing his interview there was abuse and
heckling penetrating the sound. Unique recording indeed.
heckling penetrating the sound. Unique recording indeed.
He later, when he left school officially, went off to work on a
travelling Fun Fair - working on the waltzer!!
travelling Fun Fair - working on the waltzer!!
He joined the army, went to the Falklands during the war there and
I have his letters which he wrote from the troop ship
as they drew nearer to the conflict zone and his fears and his faith ....
He was a Royal Marine Commando and did the chomp
over the island and eventually recaptured the town.
over the island and eventually recaptured the town.
Time passes ..............
We had moved to the East End of London working with
young offenders in large quantity and their older brothers who had professionally qualified in the same industry -
with their BMWs to prove it.
young offenders in large quantity and their older brothers who had professionally qualified in the same industry -
with their BMWs to prove it.
Then Potter turned up in his battered red Nissan.
He came into the family home and slotted in with
Joy and Ann (the Sheilas), eating his own meal and all their left-overs too!
Joy and Ann (the Sheilas), eating his own meal and all their left-overs too!
He slept on the downstairs floor at nights and then had
usually disappeared by morning.
usually disappeared by morning.
This was his pattern - in and out of whatever Army work
he was doing and in and out of the Family home.
he was doing and in and out of the Family home.
Then came his extra time running up and down mountains
with a rucksack full of bricks.
He was in training for the SAS.
He was determined to apply and be the fittest -
and he was so fit as he would have to be to join the elite.
He did it.
He passed all his tests including the endurance and torture experiences.
We saw him irregularly after that.
But he returned to us at every break in his assignments.
He visited the Youth Club often and the local young and
older villains were keen to ask him questions and
offered him great respect - even with his odd northern accent!
older villains were keen to ask him questions and
offered him great respect - even with his odd northern accent!
He told us some vivid stories from his training experiences -
camping experiences in harshest hot and cold conditions.
camping experiences in harshest hot and cold conditions.
Never about his SAS missions.
One time we let him use our home when we were away for a week-end.
He had a gang of SAS staying and our home was - let's say,
a bit misused.
a bit misused.
He came to the Greenbelt Festival with us often.
Talked about his faith with everyone.
He talked !
& talked ........
&
Argued.
Struggled with the fact that God loved him.
He carried the Greenbelt daily takings to the Bank
in the days when we all paid in cash ! - a true armed guard.
in the days when we all paid in cash ! - a true armed guard.
He met many of our friends.
He loved the Sheilas.
When we went to live and work in Romford YMCA
he again joined us, dropping in unexpected -
he again joined us, dropping in unexpected -
fitting in with anything we were doing and eating of course.
We later moved from the second floor tower block to a
Staff House in Romford.
Staff House in Romford.
Potter helped me to screw the wardrobes to the walls.
I always remembered him, for eighteen years we lived there,
every time the wardrobes wobbled when the doors opened.
He died.
We heard about it via a network of friends.
Natural causes it was said!
I don't believe it.
We will never know - I guess?
One day - back in the day - 7th October 1987,
the south of England and London was devastated by a massive storm
that stopped trains, blocked roads and became headline news for weeks.
that stopped trains, blocked roads and became headline news for weeks.
Michael Fish the weatherman is famous saying it was only 'light' weather!
Joy and me were not experiencing this in East London -
we were in St Helens, Lancashire, at Potters funeral ........
So sad to remember all this but he left a stamp on my soul.
We, the family, loved him, accepted him and I believe he loved us ........
A beautiful human .............
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Sunday, October 23, 2016
Simply LOVE - a poem not by me.
Simply Pip
He started out an ordinary lad,
Small, indistinct, not really standing out.
And grew and aged and stretched and changed,
Outgrowing his, once comfortable, skin.
He soon became a rebellious teen,
All prickly and challenging and bad.
Not seeing any point in daily school.
No A B Cs would set him up for life.
This ever-troubled, misfit, youth,
Pushed boundaries and set his mind against
The only youth worker who cared.
Rejecting her, before she threw him out.
To stop the rot, she offered him a role,
Not needling, or kicking at the back.
But stepping up, and leading in the way of
Sensible and ‘this is how it’s done’.
And then, he chose to live the way of God.
To his surprise the realisation grew-
This former grieved and troubled youth
Was just the kind of guy God sought.
His mission now became to love.
To reach out to the ones the world had shunned.
To walk the paths that others feared to tread.
Befriending many, loveless souls.
Along the way he met his own true love
And made her ‘Mrs Beautiful’.
A girl to matche his empathy and strength,
And keep him company on life’s uneven path.
In time the pair were blessed in pure delight
With baby ‘Shielas’, Joy and Ann.
One born within the sight of prison bars,
The other in a room above Hell’s Angels’ den.
Connie-Pops is now his dearest love.
A grandchild to bless his later years.
And a flat he’s bought, to put down roots.
Fulfilling the lowest of Maslow’s needs.
Because he knows that growth does not reside
In any place called comfortable.
He’s lived, and thrived, on urban streets.
His aim? To plant, and nurture, seeds of hope.
Today he is a most inspiring man.
To all he meets, he’s simply known as Pip.
Still fighting for the rights of every, loveless, soul.
And telling each that they are ‘Beauty-full’.
© Mairi Perks 2013
Saturday, October 22, 2016
I can't afford it .......
I can't afford it
Not to love
I can't afford
To hate
I can't afford it
to allow my feelings to go unread and understood
I can't afford it
Not to be vulnerable
I can't afford
to sacrifice freedom for security
I can't afford it
not to choose a place called uncomfortable where growth resides
I can't afford
to hate than LOVE because love does a better job.
I can't afford
not to see beyond a persons behaviour
I can't afford
to stop loving because of a persons behaviour
I can't afford
to count the cost and heed the wounds
I can't afford
to believe that beautiful is only skin deep.
I can't afford
when I have nothing in my hands
to believe that I have nothing to offer.
I can't afford
not to act justly and live humbly
I can't afford
not to daily refresh my irritation
I can't afford
not to love as if I have never been hurt
I can't afford
not to love when I dislike a behaviour.
I can't afford it
to pretend I am OK, stable, perfect
when 12 men a day in the UK commit suicide
I can't afford it
not to share my stumbling and fumbling.
I can't afford
not to share my beautiful imperfection
I can't afford to
ignore the words
'he who was rich became poor'
I can't afford it
That I am rich
and live like only one third of the world
I can't afford it
to have an opinion about everything.
I can't afford
not to read the signals called my FEELINGS.
I can't afford it
when I see/experience difficult behaviour
not to see the hurt cowering behind it.
I can't afford it
I can't afford it
I can't afford it
I can't afford it
I can't afford it
Friday, October 21, 2016
Actors decide how to ACT .......
Actors decide how to act.
Reactors explode
because feelings are suppressed -
only for a while ...
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