Words we don't always think.
Steve Thorp:- poet, therapist & beach-dweller.

As you tailor your life to your unique personal needs, interests and desires while also devoting yourself to what your heart most sincerely yearns to give, I have come across one strategy you are wise to avoid at all costs.

This is it: Do not, under any circumstances, couch your personal needs, interests and desires inside of your aspirations to change our world for the better. It isn’t that much different than signing up for a college course because you’re sexually attracted to someone who’s also taking the class. When asked about why you’re taking ancient Middle Eastern art, you espouse the significance of studying history and art as a means of understanding yourself and today’s market trends.

In other words, do not allow your more complex and considerate navigation of our world and your professional life to be circumvented by your hidden—or perhaps not so hidden—personal needs, interests and desires. When this happens, the noble and dignified drive to positively influence our world becomes hijacked by your self-centered preferences.

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—Rob MacNamara –

A lovely boxful of the new Unpsychology Magazine just arrived on my door. We’re mailing pre-orders out today, and you can order your copy NOW at for £5 including p and p (in the UK). Some wonderful writing - and ideas about post-civilised neurodiversity and wild mind!

Thought you might like a nice piece of inspirational wallpaper - and something to remind you to book onto the Soul Makers Gathering in September! - book by emailing me (steve-at-21soul-dot-co-dot-uk) or go to the 21soul shop –

Thought you might like a nice piece of inspirational wallpaper - and something to remind you to book onto the Soul Makers Gathering in September! - book by emailing me (steve-at-21soul-dot-co-dot-uk) or go to the 21soul shop –

This is the third reading from Steve Thorp’s new book, Soul Manifestos and Pieces of Joy - Night is the soul time.

This is the first of a series of readings from my new book, “Soul Manifestos and Pieces of Joy” - you can get hold of a copy from my website at:

A bird box full of bees

In Spring last year, just after we moved into our wonderful Granary, we made a couple of decisions about our ‘garden’, First we planted a small meadow – a small thing in the scheme of things - but which last year delighted us for months with poppies. clover and a myriad of grasses (this year it’s been full of daisies, but now the Cow Parsleys and purple clovers are coming into their own).

The second was to scatter bird and bat boxes around the place, and these two moves have come together in an unexpected and delightful way. 

In one of the bird boxes that we put up on the wall of our large barny, sheddy thing, a small hive of bees has made its home. The swallows don’t need it – they seem to have plenty other places to nest – but the bees seem to have been grateful for it!

All day, they emerge from the hive – tracking across the clover meadows, picking up pollen and nectar, and returning, disappearing into the yellow wax network of tunnels they’ve constructed for themselves. It’s been a real sense of joy to stand and just listen to this big, beautiful buzz of life from this simple little box.

The Soul Making manual – Soul Manifestos and Pieces of Joy available at:

An Invitation to the SOUL-MAKERS GATHERING 2014

A wonderful event in September exploring creative unpsychology, ecologies of mind, wild therapy and joyful futures.

THE GATHERING - This soul-makers’ gathering is being held over the weekend of 26th - 28th September 2014 (from 4pm, Friday until 4 pm, Sunday), at the wonderfully quirky Old School Hostel in the village of Trefin, with the breathtaking Pembrokeshire coast path just a couple of hundred yards from the hostel.

You can download a flyer for this event by clicking HERE.

WHAT WE’LL EXPLORE - During the weekend we will explore and develop new integrations of psychology, creativity and therapy for turbulent times. The gathering will be a forum for inquiry and deep conversation to question cultural assumptions about mental health, wellbeing and therapy. It will support you in developing life practices and resources for yourself and others you may live and work with

HOW WE’LL WORK TOGETHER - The course will be led by Steve Thorp - independent therapist, teacher and writer -  together with other practitioners who will facilitate and support sessions during the weekend. The group is being kept small (maximum 30) so that everyone who attends has a chance to make contributions throughout the weekend.


  • As well as the main programme, there will be opportunities to lead a 45-minute fringe session. You may have something to say about unpsychology, ecology, activism, education, mental health or soul- making you’d like to tell people about: a personal story, a project or publication that will contribute to our overall integration. 

WE LIVE IN A TIME when the stories don’t work for us any more. Our psychological stories are part of this crisis. We’ll explore how psychological distress is related as much to social inequality and cultural and ecological disconnection as early childhood development or brain chemistry. We’ll tell some new stories and start to do something about it.

 WHO ARE SOULMAKERS? - A soul-maker can be any of us! Soulmakers will prepare for new realities, tell new stories and ‘re-mind’ our culture. They’ll help craft responses to social, cultural and ecological crisis that are up to the job.They will re-connect what has been scattered through art, activism and inquiry. They’ll help others by offering healing, clarity, courage, leadership, inspiration and counsel.


  • Inquiry sessions: Exploring big questions around social, cultural and ecological contexts of mental illness, wellbeing and therapy.

  • Toolkit sessions: Exploring practical ways of making soul, developing wellbeing and sustaining activism for ourselves and others.

  • Workshop sessions: Learning and sharing frameworks and practice from the integral fields of psychology, ecology, art and science.

BOOKING - There are just 30 places and two ways of booking:

First– come as a residential delegate. Stay in a shared room at the hostel. Includes all sessions and meals from dinner on Friday through to lunch on Sunday. 15-20 residential places available, priced at £200.

Second– come as a day delegate. Stay in a B & B or campsite (or home if you’re local!). Package includes all sessions over the three days, lunch on Saturday and Sunday and dinner on Saturday*. Priced at £160.

*Dinner can be added to the non-residential package on Friday evening for an extra £10

To book, go to the 21soul shop or contact Steve to pay by bank transfer (or cheque) and to confirm your place.

Boy in the world - a fiction - 16

The world freezes. The hurtling arrow slows until Adam can see that familiar face, and beyond it a thousand others just like it. Giant, winged creatures, with human faces; some of them almost recognisable to Adam; reminiscent of some vague knowing from way back.

He feels thrust back in his mind into tableaux and scenarios from a life half remembered. In one flashback there is a party with Julia, and a man hovers in the background with the face of the vulture creature, a sly hurt flickering across his face as he holds a drink. In another there is a crowd of boys spitting at him, covering his school blazer with their saliva, as he sinks down in shame.

There are others, but there is one that stops the others in their tracks.

In this, a giant figure, his mother, looms above him, snarling. Her mouth is moving, he can barely understand what she is saying, but the words form: Don’t you ever; she says, don’t you ever take me away from him, again! And then the snarl turns to a smile and she reaches out and picks him up, and all Adam senses at that moment is the warm sweetness of her skin.

The horde of winged creatures speeds up again for the briefest of moments and then there is turmoil, as they are flung aside amidst the roar of fire and fearful screaming. Most plummet to the ground, their bones and entrails smoking. The others wheel in the air and beat their hasty retreat on giant wings; the vulture man at their head amongst them. He looks at Adam and calls out something in a voice colder than ice, a screech of frustration and promised revenge, and then he, and the remains of the host, is gone.

The world turns quiet, and the boy turns to the girl and smiles. But she is not smiling, she is looking over his shoulder at the figure striding towards them. She sees the tall, beautiful figure of the Queen approach, - her hands still glowing with the power she has just expended - and stop before them.

Adam turns, but the Queen looks at the girl. Don’t you ever; she says, don’t you ever take me away from him. And then she looks at Adam with a half smile, and sees in his eyes that he remembers. This battle has been won, and she is back in control, she thinks, and she has saved her son.

Perhaps this world is not so bad after all? 

The girl notices something: that whilst the Queen could devastate the host of monsters, she can only whisper threats to Adam and her. She has no real power here. The pendulum swings again.

Boy in the world - a fiction - 15

At the top of the world

Eventually they stop climbing. The boy and the girl with the serious eyes have reached the top of the world. Out in front of them lies an endless plain of meadow and small clumps of normal sized trees that don’t seem lead to other levels of existence. There are no buildings, no tall trees, no human noise – no humans that can be seen in this wide expanse.

There is a light, cool breeze, the sun is warm and there are small clouds in the sky. Adam looks at the girl, and suddenly feels the same age as her. Her feels as if he could walk forever with her, hand in hand, across this world above the world, and never need to reach an ending.

Endings seem, to Adam, to be unnecessary, right now. He is vaguely aware that beginnings are also difficult, but he pushes this thought away and loses himself in the utopia he has created for himself.

The girl, on the other hand, seems agitated. It is the first time he has seen her like this in the hours they have been climbing together. Till now, her self composure has been a reassurance to him; has taken away the need for him to make a decision (beyond the initial climbing of the tree) or to do anything but follow her surefooted climb up into the world above the world.

She sniffs the air. Her dark eyes bulge. Her body is taught. Waiting. She has been here before. The appearance of heaven, she recalls, is always deceptive.

And now Adam is beginning to feel…unsafe. He is certainly not grounded, even though there is grass beneath his feet, for he is aware that thousand of feet separate him from the world he knows to be real. He remembers Julia, wonders where she is, how she is, wants the safety of her holding him. Feels like this is a nightmare.

Now Adam is watching too. Sniffing the air. Looking out onto the empty plain; into the empty sky; testing out the grass and the ground beneath his feet (did it move just then, was that a tremor?).

There is a long pause, as if they both have had their breath stolen from them, and then a scream. The girl is screaming and pointing into the distance, and there is a moving wedge of black, like a skein of geese - but these do not seem to be geese: the perspective is all wrong and there is malevolent purpose in their flight. They are heading out of the sky and diving towards them. Descending gradually like a giant spear arcing towards its target.

Run, she shouts, run. And Adams turns, and just before he turns to run back towards the canopy of the giant tree they have just emerged from, half a mile or so, he sees the face of something he has only ever seen in the dreams he wakes from, screaming. He sees blood on its face, and doesn’t know that it is Julia’s blood; but he runs anyway, runs like he has never run before.