Oct 1, 2023

Person centered approaches, at active listening level. Don't yield result's.

It's end of summer season
Spring tides (Lowest of time of Year)
Different, ending but new birth period in nature.


Tides lowest for the season. Interesting views, rocks, pond life.
Plus people, sharing getting wet, sand covered, wee bit chilly.
But warmth of good Human interaction shields each of us from slight discomforts.
Old Lady walks across promenade with her new pooch. LIFE better for her,
further she is out interacts with us all again.
Got bounce in her 'well being', from caring for another. It's a pet, but serves purpose of having reason to encounter others.
When l got bus last week, she waved .smiled as passed her when travel departed. But others in our locality, that work among, don't share a love of nature, dislike this time of year. Connecting don't express any given reason.
But they live often like this, after decades of life. Stick two fingers up when pass own neighbour. Hurl loud abuse. Complain, about environment but won't join the discussion group applying for funding.
Funding to improve the area, bring others together.
At Local school decades ago they were lead problem group. Some been in prison, all on benefit, meet same venue, share success at spinning wheels.(Gambling ).Begun to admit to me in 'walking therapy...`they have depression`.
Fraudulent activity part of the journey still make. Reluctant to explore deeper stuff.







"Person centered approaches, at active listening level. Don't yield result's".

My work here appears fruitless. But academically proved point.
People scared ,very reluctant, nor comfortable to engage.
Much less belong, Remain Level 1, that's non-disclosure Platform.

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Tell me when we meet…How’s Christmas in Heaven?

There is a reason for all these Carols, stupid funny songs. Eggnog, mince pies Santa reindeers and children’s anticipating. Bright lights po...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"