Monthly Archives: October 2019

Treasures – Woodsy

There’s a beach I know, on the secret side of an island, from which you can watch a tide that seems to roll in from the far reaches of forever, endlessly layering new lines of ripple across the sand – … Continue reading

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the lanyards – one man’s view of mental health services put into poetry, music and prose.

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A career in Solution Focused Therapy – Emily

Emily is a colleague of mine who has begun to develop her solution Focused skills. she recently saw the “lanyards” video and was inspired to write her own thoughts. I am delighted to share them on my blog. A career … Continue reading

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Stand – Woodsy

If I was a thing that could face the sea… That tower block, dark and soulless in the coastal sky – squeezing the things they once called hearts. The fruit of my being the spirit I am… The fruit of … Continue reading

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After the Lanyards – Woodsy

Wondering… Wondering how the job centre will react as more folks see The Lanyards… and hear what I have to say about Universal Credit. Wondering whether it will matter that I have personally thanked people in the local job centre … Continue reading

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Places – Woodsy

So much talk about staying strong… being strong… But I seem to be increasingly meeting people who have survived the most devastating personal implosions by living, sometimes for quite some time, in a way that would not look anything like … Continue reading

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Bridge of shit – by Woodsy

It’s like wanting the streetlight outside my window to speak. It’s like hiding myself, here in the dark, and hoping the orange glow will warm me out of rent arrears and scary conversations and having to walk through a world … Continue reading

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