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adamwedd   B L A C K E S T H O L E  Are you like me and been struggling a little (or HEAPS) with anxiety and depression? Sometimes the days are as wrong as the nights are long.... During lockdown I teamed up with my friend  @melissarieger42  and we wrote a beautiful song of hope but also one that depicts the stifling reality so many people are facing as they lose their jobs , their homes and their livelihood.  The lyrics come from Melissa's own struggle with anxiety and depression and the sad loss of a family member to suicide... In the past 6 years I have lost my home , my job and at times my sanity..  We all have parts of our story which we want to try and hide , but the reality is that ALL of us have some kind of struggle, a quiet battle with our demons.  The only way we lose is when we believe we are alone. Don't struggle alone, we'd LOVE to hear your stories of struggle and triumph.  Let's all help each other. Can't wait for you to h

It is just great to see 100 plus young humans in groups of about 10  getting into the groove  with one of my games. This one :: GROUP HOP Better still (following other group games) Including:: + asking everyone a fun question (with meaning of course) Such as  'What would be the title of your autobiography?' AND going deeper ........ 'What would be the title of  one chapter in your book?' This interesting because humans can share a chapter title 'feel good stuff'  or 'a tough time chapter title'!! AND always ending the Group Hop session A circle where everyone in their circle 'shoulder massages' the BHP before them -  such a beautiful  intimate non threatening  experiential exercise ....... BHP

Think yourself into this and have a go at it's application to self = YOU  Beautiful YOU BHP

HOME   /   BEHAVIOUR Which Blob Do You Feel Like Today?  Poster Set of 5 £ 26.95   Discuss Feelings and Emotions in every classroom & staff room Set Quantity Choose an option 2 3 1 6 10 Quantity     ADD TO BASKET SKU:  1815 Categories:  Behaviour ,  Communication ,  Emotions ,  Self-Esteem ,  Worry & Anxiety AVAILABLE FROM:: www.loggerheadpublishing.co.uk Description Additional information This extraordinary resource is designed to stimulate discussion and sharing of HOW one feels and WHY. Put it up in the staffroom and watch your colleagues gravitate towards it, which Blob do they feel like today? A great way to promote team communication, understanding and empathy. Put one up in the classroom and see how children and young people gather round, work out which Blob they feel like and really get talking about their feelings and emotions. Developed by  Pip Wilson  and  Ian Long ,  The Blobs  are genderless charac

RAPUNZEL The story of a young woman. Young and beautiful. Imprisoned in a tower with an old witch.  She was told by the old witch that she was ugly, all the time. One day Rapunzel was gazing through the window of the tower she saw her Prince Charming at the base of the tower.  She lets down her long hair, long and beautiful tresses.  It fell to the ground alongside the Prince who braids it into a ladder and climbs up to rescue her. She was imprisoned not by the tower but by the fear of her own ugliness which the witch had described so often. Rapunzel sees the reflection of her face in the mirroring eyes of her lover.  She sees that she is beautiful and becomes free from her imagined uglyness.  She was  not  really imprisoned but locked in the prison towers of herself.  She believed she was ugly because she was told she was ugly. We need to see in another’s eyes our own beauty, special ness, uniqueness and become free. You are a beautiful human person

I remember well leaving St Helens YMCA with tears in our eyes.  The YMCA family had taken us warmly into their lives.  I was leaving my principle work at the YMCA working with/loving the 87 residents in the Hostel - so much need. Also leaving behind the programme rolling with bands/gigs and a Saturday night weekly ‘Fish Rapper’ full of live music poems personalities and passion. The granddads in the snooker room right next to our first floor flat loved our little girls, now aged one (Ann) and seven years old (Joy).  Also the 200 pensioners in the lunch club responded generously to my rather loud humour and often repeated one-liner jokes.  Now, in January 1975, following the removal van down the M1 in our blue caravanette, we were entering a new life for our family, and new kind of youth work. Mayflower Youth Work Canning Town London E16. I was struck first by the sheer ugliness of the club building.  I would describe it now as non-shalom.  (Shalom is a H