I wrote this after noticing how a particular someone would consciously and very obviously avoid those who didn’t agree with his way in the world. The effect such obvious exclusion has on the world is vastly underestimated, and we could all stand to examine if we are ever complicit in such behavior. #exclusion #bullying
Forever on the Far Side
A man moves silently to
the far side of a room.
To the far side of
Having re-read the #LeonardCohen near immortal line “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”, I got to wondering if perhaps the light might have already been inside attempting an escape. And if that was the case then what that might say to the journey of becoming a someone.
A four sentence poem + a 3 minutes film …
I am not entirely certain why I am able to do this but I am certain that this is what I do.
I have the capacity to see people deeply. And I am able to elicit and capture on film the experience of inner worlds. It seems important because this is where truth lies. And with truth comes clarity. And with clarity comes vast possibility. This is what I do. For the courageous, its application is far reaching.
Tim Gallwey, Inner Game of Tennis Tim, and I speak often. And for hours and hours. Barbara, Tim’s partner, often ends up having to forcibly separate him from the phone in order to fulfill some prior engagement. She’s great. A while ago, we clocked up a three conversation about not talking. Odd. The irony of it all …
It’s easy for us to deem significant work as that involved in the actions that contribute to the alleviation of suffering, or to the obvious development of the human lot. To ‘saving the world’.
But in holding to such a view we might miss the significance of an extraordinary workplace …
This is part of my response to a viewer, who after seeing a film trailer requested that I change the title of the film.
‘I knew that ‘Between You and I’ broke a rule. Subjective v Objective and all that. Knowledge founded on years of studying tortuous Latin in an ancient English boarding school probably …’
A year ago today I gave a talk at Georgetown University, and premiered a film on the deep visceral and lonely experience of grief. The experience was unusual. It seemed to echo.
Later I heard the news of the Newtown Shootings, and realized that many in the audience already knew.
I imagine this film had made it all the more real …
I saw ’12 Years a Slave’. A shockingly bleak and disturbing film by any measure. Beautifully composed, haunting, and far beyond our need for entertainment. An important experience for an open mind. And I was left wondering about the nature of wealth built on human suffering …