Peer groups: Wiston autumn group – first reflection
Last updated on 2nd December 2008
When I woke this morning I lay for a few minutes, asked myself how I felt, went inside, and there's sadness, a sense of tears in my chest. And when I touch the sadness, try to sense what it's about, it seems about "missing", missing warmth, the hugs, a sea of kindness and smiling faces (and, of course, there's my mother's illness too). I guess that's what it was like for me at the group. In the morning, every single one of the other 36 men seemed more than happy to greet me with a big caring smile and a big hug too. A sea of kindness, smiles, warmth. And I return from the Men's Group to a very loving family, a very loving wife, a phone call with a dear son, time with a loving mother - but I still feel this sadness in my chest. Something partly about brotherhood, and I know I can touch this kind of feeling too after the four day Spring Mixed Group. Something about warmth and love and acceptance and kindness. A sea of it.