If we were to truly see each other from behind the folly of our own opinion, we might remember that we each belong without exception.
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.
to giving up.
‘… we’re most probably asking the wrong questions, and searching in all the wrong places.’
We won’t have peace until we can
both agree,’ said the two fools
on either side of an argument …
I imagine the US Election to have held a mirror up to an entire Nation, if not to an entire world. But a reflection takes steadfastness to recognize, and courage to admit …
As I wander this world, I experience a depth and openness in people. A way of being together. But I’m struck by the most common of responses to such experience. An isolating juxtaposition. It is painful, often admitted and it is lonely. It goes something like this …
A man sits quietly with his dog.
He often sits quietly with his dog.
She, with her ‘this is enough’ face.
He, with his matching ‘nothing
need be different’ expression …
I’ve been writing poems, or perhaps aphorisms, for more than a few years. They have appeared in many books, just not my own. I never seem to have made the time. I’m with a publisher tomorrow …
We spend so much of our lives looking out across this vast world, dreaming of movement to somewhere. To somewhere else. Focusing on easily distinguishable objects …
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 …
A someone who recently sat in front of the Soul Biographies Camera woke up a few days ago with these unexpected few words in her imagination. She had no idea where they had come from. Or why, but thought that they pointed to something of importance with respect to this somewhat mysterious work […cont]
Last week I caught sight of this tree, broken and seemingly alone. That is until I attended a lecture on the latest research observing that trees are connected and act on behalf of each other when in need. Perhaps most fragments in this natural world have such capacity. You and me included …
A while back, my drifting imagination fought into the long hours of a particular night before it came up with this liberating dream board …
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 …
Here was one such message I received within a few hours of posting Charlie’s haunting photograph …
‘I imagine that the causes of much of what happens in our lives lie far deeper than we imagine. It’s just that we seldom look far enough beneath the surface.’
This is the very premise of my work in the world.
He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt.
‘Can Albert come out to play?’ …
For if you don’t,
you may as well
and shuffle lifelessly
towards a cold
unwelcoming grave …
Might the inner condition of a leader show up in those around them?
A three minute contemplative film in black and white.
‘… when you asked me why I wanted to meet you I said I didn’t want to hide anymore.’
Line from an email received not so very long ago …
A few words for those who lean towards the literal. I am a poet, a film maker and an all-round disruptive influence. Much of what I say is metaphorical. Perhaps half. It’s just that you might not always know which half. It is for good reason …
As I gaze into the world, I realise
that nothing falters in its
ability to reflect what
I’ve come here to see.
My challenge remains
to what it is
that I’ve seen.
I answered the telephone mid afternoon. The caller stated these words clear as day, and as loud as the night is quiet.
‘… Mr. Askew you are a disruptive influence.’
‘Are you sure?’, I replied.