Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 18, 2018
I started to say to people 'You are Beautiful' back in 1980 38 years ago.
I started to say to people
'You are Beautiful'
back in 1980
38 years ago.
It was part of a poem I wrote back then.
I have always recorded/reflected on my life & work.
My writing & books have all come from
Living stuff.
Doing stuff.
Learning stuff
and writing stuff to help me understand.
Reflective practice - late night mostly.
Not being able to sleep until
I got things out on paper.
By writing - I learn.
I have notes going back further than 38 years.
When I was 26 & residential in a Young Offenders unit.
A House-Father to 15 teenage boys.
When led a team working in a community
with bikers very present, every day & often late nights ......
When I worked in a hostel learning to love those in special need.
Running programmes which excited & engaged - often late night.
Bands, gigs, sports, week-ends away in remote locations.
Late night 121's
When I worked closely with gang members.
Group work = Gang work.
Living with violence & aggression.
Walking the edge.
Writing 'prose' - (someone once told me).
"You are beautiful" I would say
when the language was viciously disgusting.
You are beautiful
midst gangs armed with weapons to preparing to do damage to others.
You are beautiful
working with individuals with guns.
You are beautiful
facing uncontrollable rage & uncontrolled emotional streaming.
To be able to work with those displaying a range of behaviours & language
I had to learn to see through their behaviour
to reach out to the hurting / wounded / scared / life-unskilled beautiful humans.
I am still learning here.
I still /see /hear /feel /negative FIRST before I can reach out & through
to the human & connect with their feelings driving their behaviour.
You are beautiful ........
You may not agree with me
You may not like me
You may not respect me
You may have seen me at my worst
You may not want to get closer ..........
But I believe & want to work it out
why you are beautiful
&
why am I beautiful
(the latter was only thrust upon me at the same time as I saw/felt your BEAUTIFUL.)
BHP
Sunday, June 17, 2018
“It’s like losing your father. It’s like becoming an orphan..............."
I had a meal in the YMCA Dining Room as I usually do.
I usually join a table of noisy humans but …….
I sat alone.
Sometimes it is good to do that just to see who decides to sit with me –
I sat alone.
Sometimes it is good to do that just to see who decides to sit with me –
it opens up many different contacts.
Jacky joined me.
He’s from Senegal, with us from the YMCA for one year as a full-time volunteer.
We were joined later by Mr. Singh.
We talked about lots of things.
The war looming.
Me leaving the YMCA in two weeks and
Jacky joined me.
He’s from Senegal, with us from the YMCA for one year as a full-time volunteer.
We were joined later by Mr. Singh.
We talked about lots of things.
The war looming.
Me leaving the YMCA in two weeks and
lots of miscellaneous brief exchanges with passing staff and residents.
Jacky was quiet.
He often stays silent following conversational exchange.
“What are you thinking Jacky?” I ask.
He paused, gentle as he does.
He said in a measured pace.............
“It’s like losing your father.
It’s like becoming an orphan.
Not just for me,
but for everyone,
the whole YMCA”.
He was referring to my departure,
my leaving the YMCA -
this precious community,
I felt those feelings
and I felt blessed.
I was moved.
Pip Wilson
Jacky was quiet.
He often stays silent following conversational exchange.
“What are you thinking Jacky?” I ask.
He paused, gentle as he does.
He said in a measured pace.............
“It’s like losing your father.
It’s like becoming an orphan.
Not just for me,
but for everyone,
the whole YMCA”.
He was referring to my departure,
my leaving the YMCA -
this precious community,
I felt those feelings
and I felt blessed.
I was moved.
Pip Wilson
BHP
Saturday, June 16, 2018
BLOB FOOTBALL PITCH - FOOTBALL FIELD. Where are you? Spectator or on the pitch?
Blob Pitch
(black & white or colour versions)
* the purchased image comes without watermark and in full resolution
I don't like the term 'less privileged' .................
I don't like the term
'less privileged'
OR
'under privileged'
Deprivation is a more accurate term = Deprived
As if the starting point is
PRIVILEGE
when the reality,
the baseline is, deprivation
for so many in the UK
and more-so around the world.
(DEPRIVED = LOSS
Taken away
by the privileged......)
¸.•*¨*•♪you♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸.•*¨*•♪are♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸.•*¨*•♪beautiful♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥
Click here to glimpse
what I do, love to do::
★Dance like no-one is watching
★Sing like no-one is listening
★and
★Love like you have never been hurt.☆
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