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...... and didn't I say that Kanye West was extreme in talent?

http://www.newhousenews.com/archive/jean090704.html

This item talks about how lots of recent recordings are 'spiritual' in content.
And up front a pic of me-man Kanye .........

Sorry I cannot provide a blue line so you can click direct to the link grrrrrrrr


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..... I have clicked about my away time this week ...... six days in Litomysl a small town about two hours outside of Prague. I have been there before and met some mst wonderful bhps.
I remember 'the tee shirt' gang - I called them. They were runners for the conference I was at. A gang of beautiful young adults and we connected fab lastic full ....... two of them ended up on my late show/rolling show team for the festival we did in 40 degrees Prague last summer.

There is a YMCA conference centre there - right in the town centre in a castle - wow. I hope it is a castle with wi-fi so I can keep clickin at ya.

I feel bad when I don't trickle out a blog everyday. It is for you and for me. There is now so many clicking my site (as well as you) - I feel a responsibility and try to be honest and true about all things turning me on/off/round/up/down/high/low/sick/sad shake it all about.

Reminds me of a funeral I went to of the man who wrote the song 'hokey kokey'.
They had difficulty getting him in the coffin.
Every time they put his left leg in .........




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...... today
bleary eyes - my fault
church
great sermon
Sue - see below

Mr Singh and me at Costa coffee for a catch up
(my updated and sponee new web-site will have a true story about Mr Singh - great man)

Home to put DJ Fitz on my iPod following his Sunday morning gospel show on 1xtra
load da car
horrible traffic
a kiss on the cheek of a beautiful daughter and television director - all one person
a brief discussion with her man about Everton - strange round ball game sport

and shorter boring traffic jam to get another daughter kiss and globe trotter stylist - both the same person.
And PTG top man chef ....... what a man.
Then a treat of a meal and conversation which lasted for hours with only a little wine (boring traffic problem for me only) and a visit from dozens of wroes and another great conversation and pix of course. hmmm
I had not seen Joy for weeks/months due to her work and mine I guess. Lovely grub

Between those bricks laid out to paint a picture of the day-in-the-life of me and Joan there is much mortar. All this is the binding and essential layers of relationships with people who I love and love me - accept me - no stabs in the back - no conversations about drugs or drink or violence ............. which will equip me to be able to stand in more difficult places during the coming weeks ......

Thanx for listening and touching your finger tips as you reach this way .....

you are special ...........

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....... tonight I ask for prayers if you are the praying kind.
If you are not.
I have no problem in you starting now.

I would like you to pray for Sue who has had a tumour removed in the past weeks and tomorrow starts a six months course of treatment.
I don't know what to pray but I believe that God loves her as much as you and me.
100%

We sat alongside each other today in Church and we sung this together;

Father-like, he tends and spares us
well our feeble frame he knows
In his hands he gently bears us
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It is important that I am the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.





It is important that you are the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.






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....... have you bought
BEAUTIFULLY HUMAN
yet?
by
JILL SCOTT
yet?


..... I cannot for the life of me think there can be any better album for me this year

I am living my life like it's Golden ..........

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....... one of the last things I do before I go to bed at night, when I am at home, is carry a black and white bundle of warm fur to bed in the kitchen.
Zig is his name.
I love him.
He does not give me much affection.
He walks close to my legs and brushes himself against me sometimes.
Never jumps on my knee.
I love him.
He ignores my advances most times.
Then sometimes he jumps at my legs as I pass with a (rugby league) tackle.
I still love him.

I don't love the people I know and spend time with because they respond just like I would like them to.
They have their own way.
Sadly.
I would like much more love shown.
I love it I love it.

But there is enough of you that trickle out some love in verbal and other means - that helps me believe that God has skin on in 2004.

Some of you pour with a large NVC.

I am tired and yet I want to tell you about the special things of the day.
Like meeting someone who does express love and and warmth and communication which is clear.
No brushing against the legs below knee level and keeping distant until felt needs are on view.
I need the balance of humans and thankfully I am in a delightful position to largely get that.
Do you?

I turn the fan on because I am hot through passion or a hot computer!

I will blog again tomorrow as I have kept the day free for catch up;
-preparing for my workshops in the Czech Republic
-catching up burning a great CD or two
-clearing my in box planning for the next two weeks
-packing the big red suitcase with the big knickers and tights and blob trees (if you don't get what I am on about - see 'Games without Frontiers' and other self penned books)
-getting the iPod packed and ready for a good fab conference
hmmm

The Saints had a tough game against Leeds tonight and lost.
Only just.
A good sign as we enter the play-offs and a good chance to come up as winners at the Big - so big - Grand Final in October.

Must go and knock out some zedz .....................zzzzzzzzzzzz

Thanx for being there ........................ I can feel those finger tips on mine ........ especially when I am feeling the rejection of the big warm furry black and white bundle ..........

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......... the best website for me for you for all for U2 news is

http://www.atu2.com/news/


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......... don't read this if you want your comfort to be disturbed
........ do read this if you want your disturbed to be comforted

I have to take this from the f word project
It disturbed me at Greenbelt
photoes and words on cards

I blogg about it below.
I want you to feel it
so
recommend you read not scan.

It is one of many that I read at Greenbelt
and there are more
visit the link at the bottom of this page
and please read one more real story
if you are willing

reading the story starts now ...............




Camilla Carr & Jon James
In April 1997, Camilla Carr, 45, and her boyfriend, Jon James, 43, went to Chechnya to set up a rehabilitation centre for traumatised war-children. Three months later they were taken hostage by Chechnyan rebels. Their ordeal lasted 14 months, during which Camilla was repeatedly raped by one of her jailers.

Camilla Carr
Rape is a terrible violation of a human being. I will never forgive the act, yet I can forgive the man who raped me; I can feel compassion for him because I understand the desperate place he was coming from.

That’s not to say I condone what our captors did to us (the physical and psychological abuse was appalling), and if I met them now I’d want to ask all of them, “Did you have any idea how much you were harming us?” But I still understand the desperation that caused them to do the things they did.

As soon as we were taken hostage we decided to take the line of least resistance, because our four captors were so clearly traumatised by the war. If we’d shown anger or sadness they could have reacted with violence.

After several weeks in captivity one of them – an ignorant and wounded person who we named Paunch – took the opportunity to rape me. The only way I could get through this horror was by thinking to myself, “You can never touch the essence of me – my body is only part of who I am.”

He raped me many times, but mostly I was able to cling on to this detached state of being. He always did it when he was alone and I didn’t dare tell the other captors in case it gave them the idea of gang rape. This went on until I got herpes, which gave me the strength to say no. Paunch asked me to explain why. With a dictionary I shakily pointed out, “No sex, no violence”. I couldn’t take any more. He said he just wanted to be my friend! In his own way he was apologising. He stopped raping me and instead he would talk about his dreams.

We were released in September 1998. Initially I seemed to be doing well. We were basking in the euphoria of freedom and love from our family and friends. Then two months later I collapsed. I couldn’t stop crying and had no energy. This lasted a few weeks, but it wasn’t until 2001, when Jon and I moved to Wales, that I found the space and silence to let go and surrender to weakness and vulnerability. Only this way could my nervous system finally heal.Some of our Chechnyan friends can’t understand how we can forgive. They feel tarnished with the guilt of their community. I tell them that I believe forgiveness begins with understanding, but you have to work through layers to obtain it. First you have to deal with anger, then with tears, and only once you reach the tears are you on the road to finding peace of mind.


Jon James
I had a horrible feeling as Paunch took Camilla next door. I heard a few muffled words, then silence, and an awful wave of realisation hit me. I felt sick. I was powerless to take any physical action since I was handcuffed to the heating pipes. The only tool available was prayer. I prayed that the invasion would be swift and painless.

Throughout our ordeal I continued to hold back my emotion, as I had learned from practising martial arts that to overcome your opponent you should meet hardness with softness. Knowing this saved my life. But in my dreams I murdered Paunch several times.

We’d do yoga and Tai Chi every morning and survived by the skin of our teeth. I got punched around and there was a lot of mental torture, even a mock execution at one point when we were certain we would die.

After our release we needed space. We’d been stuck together like glue for 14 months. We were both so used to supporting each other we had to learn to stand alone again. For a long time I experienced anxiety and a lot of physical pain. Like Camilla I’ve come to an understanding of where our captors, and where her violator, were coming from. Not many people in this world do stuff out of pure maliciousness. But it’s taken me a long time to get to a point where I can think about what happened without feeling a charge of negative energy.

http://www.theforgivenessproject.com/exhibition/




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#GroupWork - some questions to open hearts and develop confidence.

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I led a group recently 

which rolled through discussion and 

it was like a flower bed full of flowers 

ALL opening up to the sun.

I love it love it ......

I asked three questions to about a dozen mainly young humans, all full of life and living on the edge - maybe you could say - the bottom rung .....

It would be good if you could do this and, 

just maybe - just maybe, you could email me your answers .... ...........

You may have picked up one or more of them before, 

if you have clocked my blogs and 

been around for sometime, 

but getting a roll on with the three questions can be special.

HERE ARE THE THREE QUESTIONS;

1 There are two doors ahead of you - blocking your journey.

One says 'instant perfection' the other says 'gradual growth'

Which door will you chose and why?

The responses to this was fab. 

The learning as different one made comments about, 

if they were perfect, - and how life would be. Fab fab.

One good comment was - 

"if I was perfect I would not have any satisfaction any more".

hmmm

Have a think - ask someone around you.

2 This is called IN THE SWIM

You are on the beach.

What is your usual behaviour?

one - do you stand on the beach 

just looking and and viewing the scene?

two - do you put your toe in the water 

to test the temperature?

three - do you enter the water slowly and 

get used to the temperature and then start to swim?

four - do you dive right in?

Be honest NOW before you read on.

The group last week really looked at themselves 

as individuals and were honest.

Right - the next question is ......

? How does the answer to the above, - 

how you behave when swimming, 

relate to the rest of your life ?

Do you dip into the things of life

or

wade in slowly

or

dive right in

or

....... think of the four options.

This relates to work, study, relationships, decisions, faith, ................

Ask people around you and find a fab fab discussion.

3 The last question.

When did you become an adult?

That is it - no definitions - just that straight question.

The answers are fab fab. Someone said it was;

When I was kicked out of home by a stepfather 

and had to sleep in a car and then the street.

I said;

When I was about forty and I accepted myself 

for the first time instead of saying all the time - 

if only I was good looking - 

if only I was educated - 

if only I was slim and not fat - 

if only if only if only .......... 

(that is where the BHP came from)

Your answer will be powerful to you and moreso 

if you say it to someone because 'saying' it 

makes it concrete. 

Otherwise it can stay as a vague thought and not really real.

Ask humans around you that one too. 

wow - things around you can be different ........

...... as a result.

humans being

humans becoming .............

life to be continued ...............................

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