I am I

In searching for poetry for my 'Who Am I' project I am came across this poem by Fritz Perls, called the 'Gestalt Prayer' .
I was already familiar with old Fritzy but not this poem or the supposed controversy that surrounds it. Well controversy may be stretching it a wee bit, maybe discussion starting is better.
It seems that when some people reproduce this poem they omit the last line 'If not, it can't be helped', I wonder why? Also do you see this poem as oversimplfying things, as life is just not that simple? It certainly appeals to me, so I will be having a think on it.

Other news:
Check out my new counselling student squidoo type thing, where I am going to collect together all the counselling resources I have found useful: A student in counselling (broke the link before)

Olga steps up the MoonWalking campaign for me These boobs are made for walking

Desk of doom....

I am still being naughty and not doing work ! I need chastising....

Briefly spotted

At the beginning of this course, in the middle of this course and towards the end of this course, I swore blind that I would not leave all my work to the last minute. I had great plans, timetables and to do lists to prevent a last minute rush to the finish line, my plans were in fact excellent.
So of course I ignored all common sense and have done what I always do, leave everything to the last bloody minute. The main thing that I did manage to keep to up to date with was this here blog, as a record of my personal development and journal entries. So in your own way, who ever actually reads this, you have made it into my counselling portfolio (lucky buggers).

If you haven't already, check out my counselling posts and in particular my presentation which highlights my journey to becoming a counsellor (therapist) : Personal philosphy on counselling 


Over the next weeks I will mainly be rambling, swearing, yelling at the world via twitter @crpitt

Mini Me sort of

Held Hostage

Yeah this

Personal Philiosophy on Counselling (sort of)

Well hopefully this uploads okay, because I have wasted years of my life trying to post the fucker rather difficult thing.

It is my take on the Personal Philosophy assignment I was given in college. In which we were required to create a twenty minute presentation for our class group on our Personal Philosophy as it relates to counselling and counselling studies.

I hope it provides a insight into the internal process of my rambling mind, as I try to get to grips with various concepts and theories.It is also full of humour, doodles, analogies, metaphors and whatnots.

Counselling Personal Philosophy

View more presentations from Claire Pitt.

Please let me know what you think.

Celery Soup

Personal Philiosophy on Counselling

Whilst fannying about researching and typing up all things college like, I use twitter to sound out thoughts and ponderings about counselling and being a therapist/counsellor. Not sure if I am actually doing counselling/therapy any favours at all.....

Personal counselling philosophy of the day: Your therapist is the imodium to your emotional diarrhoea.

Personal philosophy of the day: Sometimes you need therapy like you need a colonic irrigation, shit builds up and you need help working it out.

My personal philosophy is....Life is full of potholes, pack a torch, rope and crampons, climb the fuck out and then get ready to do it all again.

At the moment I am reworking  my 'personal philosophy on counselling' presentation and I thought I would add a splash or two of humour to the mix. Also I wanted to drop the F bomb into it just to see if anyone notices.It was meant to be done tonight in class, but the nervous and the technologically challenged went first. I like to pretend that I wasn't nervous at all, which was of course a wee fib and as we over ran I now have till Monday to rejig it.

I may even post it on here, if your really really good......

My big purple ball

The Giant Purple Ball is now an essential part of my get fit for charity powerwalk, that is happening this June. I have not figure out how exactly its an essential part just yet, apart from the fact that I just knackered my arm out pumping up the bugger.

No panic here

Cock Soup

I couldn't resist buying some Cock Soup, after the mumborg suggested trying out some new soups. I don't think this was quite what she had in mind... heh.
It arrives tomorrow, so I may be having cock for lunch.