Monthly Archives: January 2017

You People ❤️

Sometimes, if you’re really unlucky surreal things happen. But they’re actually real because they’re actually happening. To you, not somebody else.

But what has surprised me the most over the past few months is the overwhelming amount of love from you. At a time when I didn’t actually realise you were there. That all that love was available without costing me anything. I never knew that at my darkest, when I couldn’t access my self-compassion or strength, you would be there to access it for me, reminding me it was still there, waiting.

Your love has blown me away whilst quite literally holding me down and keeping me up. Each day, and each week, more conversations, cups of tea, and you continue to amaze me with your patience and kindness whilst I had nothing to give. When you know that’s not my style. 

Thank you. For those hugs that last longer than 5 seconds, for your arms around me, for getting drunk with me, for hanging with me after, for talking, for just sitting, for laughing, for cooking for me, for the walks, for the laughter, for getting me ‘dressed up and out’, for  watching rubbish films and shit TV, for a flask of tea, for reflexology, for listening, for not judging, for trusting, for believing in me, for knowing me, for looking at me like you always have and not differently, for aromatherapy, for a poetry book. 

I will be forever grateful and appreciative of you. And I somehow hope the path we tread and how we chose to be with and for others boomerangs right back. 

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Reflective Practice

It feels like I’ve been ‘going on about’ reflective practice a lot, and with that I’m noticing my frustration that people (you know, them) who still don’t get it. I noticed this frustration when I was talking to someone I had only just met at a recent CPD day. After our introductions I’d already decided the person I was talking to was ‘of interest’ (as our host and facilitator encouraged us to identify) and would have lots of value to add to my learning during the time we had together. We got chatting in our triads and off I go on my ‘but how can you not be doing reflective practice’ bit fuelled by positive intent and perhaps a passion for reflective practice. I spotted my potential overly emotional plea/preach and though ‘quick…bring in something insightful, quote someone good’. I proceeded to mention Schon and a personal interaction with David Megginson where he differentiated between reflectivity and reflexivity. Something I found useful and valuable and have remembered since. Then I thought, ‘are you actually being a dick now Jo? How about you have a go at that thing you always tell yourself to do… oh yeah, listen’.

We concluded that blogging can be a useful and helpful medium for reflecting on action. So here I am reflecting on action, about reflecting in action, whilst promoting reflective practice.

Last week I attended the inaugural Facilitation Shindig in Manchester, organised and generously facilitated by Julie Drybrough of FuchsiaBlue. Prior to the day I was already excited as I anticipated quite an open space approach to learning with other people who are interested in challenging and developing their own facilitation skills. Along with that was apprehension about whether I would have anything of value to offer, and (after a chunk of time out) whether I could still facilitate. The lead up included a welcome/info video from Julie who encouraged us to join a Google Plus group and say hello. All of which helped to break the ice and do some pre-meeting meeting.

So what happens when a group of people get together, with the purposed of growing our facilitation skills? Like the best group learning environments we collectively accepted the invitation to be both subjective and objective; to try new, to play with ideas, to let go of some old ones. Julie invited us to explore Bridges Transition Model, and bring it to life by stepping into the model, large scale across the floor. We were facilitators, being facilitated and practicing facilitating with each other. But with the considerate and thoughtfulness to avoid feeling ‘done to’. We stepped willingly into stretch without panic:


With a lot of space, and a little structure, and wholly self-directional intent, learning happened and insights were gleaned and shared. Those that are not necessarily bloggable but prompt reflection and impact the next conversation, the next bit of planning, the next piece of facilitation practice. Thank you for the challenge.

 

Her 

She walks onto the train with purpose, and assertively asks the people blocking the walk-way to excuse her past after patiently waiting. Zero contempt in her tone, and she eases past and finds a seat alone. She gets comfy and opens her book, relaxes into her seat. Adjusts her hat. Reads. She looks… what is that? healthy! 

She holds all of her space with absolute grace. She is calm, confident and self-knowing. She doesn’t need a conversation with me. 

I miss you!