Oct 24, 2023

Patterns are visible.

l enjoy watching people behave, all the time in small groups, in Community, as individual people.

l observe a lot, watch others  behaviour, plus in those images, recognise clear patterns. However not always at the time able to grasp extremely sophisticated processes. Also not schooled enough to fully cognitively understand what l witness. 
Do read a lot of books around person centered and group dynamics.
Two comedians John Cleese, Pamela Connally Stephenson, written great books about Human Behaviour.
Pretty useful also had lot of years being trained in practice of counselling, but favour being called an` active listener` and `group worker`.
Counsellor does not fit correctly with my practice.
Recognise great skills tolerance and depth of patience held by Counsellors.
worked hard in the area learning about myself, That is kind of a strange thing. 
THIS HERE THIS IS ME.
Those street corner encounters, maccydee group dynamics. Walking cliff tops and promenades with some who don't converse a lot. Group talks at residentials and camps.
After Boxing session with ginger biscuit plus cup of tea.
Sat in mini bus. 
THAT THERE IS ME, 
I abstract patterns of behaviour not always directly at that time bringing them into focus.
Observe later share the pattern, giving a insight. Then we abstract out images of those patterns of behaviour,
Looking for a way of improvement
sharing positive pattern,
encouraging the sharing even accepting young love that's being found as couple share some music.
See pattern among males they need to be affirmed when not noisy.
Music and disco see patterns clichés form.
Storming behaviour which is a pattern.
Quiet people being alone is a pattern.
Exploring, Conversation, showering encouragement about encounters observed. But writing down and recording reflections is helpful.

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