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"Preach what you preach! Shout your Shout! Got a rant? Speak your Passion! Have a go here…”
Random Dialogues "Stand UP & Speak For Yourself" is the second Wednesday of each month from 7.00 pm to 8.00 pm (BST)
Events create connections, build community, and boost resilience.
But most of all it’s a fun bonding experience and would you agree, most of us can certainly do with more of that right now.
This month's speakers were -
Yiannis Fafalios “Thrills and Spills on My Family Roller Coaster Startup Ride”
Bob Davies “Deja Vu Or Not?”
Niall Jones “Finding Your Space”
Jason Arbiter “My Therapist Quit On Me”
Mike Holdstock “Doing That Which Must Be Done”
Me “Random Dialogues - Marcus Rashford”
With love to all the crew who tuned in to engage including - Eugenia Anastassiou, Susan and Phil Shepherd
Perhaps you’d like to come and join in too?
More of this week's random dialogues, delighted to welcome Sir Reginald.
Now this is how to write a short story
Humming and Singing Our Way Out of Fight or Flight Mode
The neurological impacts of the fight-flight-freeze response -
DSRP (Distinction-making, Systems, Relationships, Perspectives) can be used to support thinking and communication. As part of our 100-Days of DSRP, we will be using DSRP on our walks to talk about different topics.
I was lying on my back, the warm bedsheet wrapped around me. My skin was clearly feasible. My boundaries had me realize that I was I. At the same time, I was flying through space and time. Boundaryless. The bedsheet became part of me, I became the space around me.
What do Londoners REALLY call things? In London we’re not really big fans of corporate names so we like to give things our own names! And a Londoner is someone who has made London their home. Like me
Events
Join us for Guildford Buzz virtual on Thursday. Drop in for more Random Dialogues from 10am to 12pm
Turn On Sound - Kids Are Wonderful
Have a go here
Creative Nudges
And Finally
And A Bit More Finally
“Give me back my egg timer” cried the carpenter.
The curtains closed and the day ended without a song.
Sir Reginald T.Outhwaite
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