that's the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings! Extract from Poem Please Hear What I am not Saying. Charles C. Finn This Critique of Person Centred Counselling offers an insight into The Person Centred Approach…
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