.. my Favourite shop in London.
It is Capville
It is BaseballCap Mansions.
It is head heaven.

I must buy her some Saints Kit

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Picture a child filled full of feelings unable to fathom
Being treated like a social leper and as invisible as a phantom
Let me start the years 1995 when my freedom was supposed to be written
But being invisible on the roads in my home my freedom weren’t given
So had nothing handed
Took nothing for granted
Took nothing from no man
At the age of ten I had to be my own man

So when freedom weren’t given I had to take it
Moms favourite vase because I starved for attention I had to brake it
But my life relating something like a playground
A load of round and rounds
A lot of messing around
Craving for the foundation to keep my feet firmly on the ground
And smiles seen as expensive luxuries so it’s cheaper to wear a frown

From curried chicken and homemade macaroni and cheese cooking in moms kitchen
Always being told not to be no one’s slave the times are over for cotton picking
A life without god so bibles weren’t anywhere to be found
Always getting the belt, shoe anything she could get her hand around
Just for play fighting with my siblings and one of us was loud

I got shouting instead of a kiss and a cuddle
I simply feared saying something wrong so I just stared and mumbled
But that was just the methods of a heartbroken mother
All because of my cheating father
We thought we were bad but it was simply because being faithful why couldnt he be bothered
So after him getting kicked out by mama
Instead of him getting all the consequences we got the drama

The saying goes what goes around comes around so why did It seem like I always got the karma
Maybe she wanted to see me go mad but why me
Could it be I behaved just like my daddy

The life of a single mother bringing up three boys must have been cold
Lonely because none of the hopeless dads got involved
Just left her with three boys and expected her to cope all on her own
When I saw how strong mom was I had no reason to moan
She had a well paid job raised three guys on her own

But at the age of 14 I changed I yearned for articulation
Truly beleiving I was designed for sophistication
Suit to suit long winded conversation
Not to be used as a mere tool to get money from my dad “moms way of manipulation”

The madness was surreal and often lead to frustration
Simple stuff like playing basketball felt like a vacation
It was only then when I felt some sort of relation
That’s why I’m undefeated and to beat someone effortless regulation
No matter what situation
This was my freedom this was my emancipation
Just like when america signed the independence procumation

Benefits of being invisible no one sees you so there’s no conversation because no one’s looking
My dad werent one of my hero’s
But he was cooler than seven sub zeros
He showed me the art of cooking
But it was my mother when my grades slipped that gave me the ass whooping
But I knew It was her way of saying i was loved
weither from my mum, my nana, or my grandpa joyfully watching from above

When it came to the age of seventeen there were girlfriends
My poor heart was never on the mend
How many times I thought it was meant to be
Thinking that I could once be L.O.V.E.D
Well at least be in L.O.V.E
But sooner turned like an unripe apple being taken to early off a tree
Just like my childhood which brought along more misery
Now tell me a person’s childhood is as happy as can be
And I’ll show you no matter sibling or in a relationship LOVE weren’t meant for me

But never the less
After being made homeless
And had suffered so much stress
I found the YMCA
Although my first perception of it was gay

But then realising they were helping to change these
Generation of babies
who ended up in there because of abuse, drugs, or even because their parents were lazy

Always being told they love me loads
I’m so glad now I got involved
So now I can truly say behold
A once invisible child stands before you both brave and bold
They gave me the ball and showed me the goal
Slam dunk!

Thanks YMCA for taking me out of that alluded zone
For a love you have shown I would never have known
And within Christ I would never have grown
So tell the world YMCA makes adults out of lost children
Thanks YMCA, Leon, Evan, Jim, all of you for listening and
especially Pip Wilson.
Thank you

Matthew

Just bought a new album
love this stuff
not pop
not pap
just alive and enters my soul
to lift
to inspire
love it love it

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237 emails grrrr
I have been out/busy/away
day now
to tackle the pile
to get my head on
to reflect too

Do you believe you are beautiful?
do you feel you are beautiful?
You are
I believe
I feel a lot about that too.

It was when I was around 40
that I started to believe all this.
I do believe it is important.

I am a group worker.
My chosen work - am am employed to do this ........ it is group work.
Few of us are not part of a Team or Group and I am counting 'family' as our primary group.
Some of us have not had a Family around us to encourage the basic learning of life and social skills.

We are in growth when we belong to groups when we::
Worship
Play
Work
Family
Friends
We often learn most by soaking information in like a sponge.
Gut level - not head level.

Social Capital::
Our quality of life depends on our networks with other humans.
The groups and teams which we belong to are vital for our growth and self esteem.
How we relate to these teams depends on our personal skills and our stated, or un-stated, personal mission. (See my Mission Statement pipwilson.com home)
We all have a style of how we relate to other humans and we don't have to retain the one we use at the moment.
We can change.
Develop.
Become.

When I conduct training courses I often use an 'experiential style'.

1 We learn best, it seems to me, when we are personally involved.
That is why I say 'motion changes emotion'.
We respond when our emotions become alive.
We can be stirred by an activity.
We can be stirred by a transaction with another.

2 If knowledge is discovered by our own experiences - it then is more able to be applied to living life.
If we are 'told' about it - it can just be words.
Words are only 7% of communication.
We need them but we need to live beyond them.

3 Commitment is highest when we set our own objectives/goals/targets. Participation is in the hands of the powerful.
For the rest of us - we need skill to participate.
Skills are for learning.

4 A good course gives reflective time before it ends to::
- reflect on the experience, the concepts and ideas raised in the experience and
- concrete naming of the steps which the individual has decided to take.

How do humans change?
This is a Quote out of my first book 'Gutter Feelings'.
Humans change when one or more of the following happen::

1. Slow despair, boredom.

2. They hurt sufficiently.

3 The sudden discovery that they can.