A profound film exploring the depths of our emotionally charged relationship with money. Perhaps one can’t have a healthy relationship with money unless one loves it.
“… I used to think I’d be rescued by someone or something. There’s no need. And the sense of relief and letting go, and freedom is just so peaceful.” Unadulterated humanity and a raw truth for so many of us held in the words and the spaces of these few minutes.
‘Perhaps the lives of those close to us cry out for us to take notice of our own.’ This is a film about family. And the challenge and opportunity of unconditional acceptance.
If I am to be entirely honest you would be a fool not to give this you full and undivided attention for its full and undivided duration. I imagine the experience will contribute in ways you might not be able to place words against. It is a profound wondering about the experience of life, death and cancer.
‘We are a Work in Progress.’ And so lives the perilous myth on which our human existence appears to have built itself. We are not yet enough. There is someone we must become. This life has conditions. This piece is central to the way of all of this. And contrarian, if not dangerous.
This footage is revealing of what is under all Soul Biographies Inner View. Most probably a must for all drawn to the nature of these films. There is a field. This field is the very atmosphere in which I film. It elicits something different in nature. In Dallas, I sat in this field. This time, in front of the camera. And this is what happened.
Might we all have a part to play in the life of another? This film captures the experience of an extraordinary soul. From the holocaust to the delights of the London Underground. Meet Alison. 93. Alive. Very alive.
It’s 2am. You’re wide awake. Feeling alone. Unseen. And inexplicably lost. Discontent despite all that you have around you. The people. Your life. Your dreams. You wear a face that tells the world you’re OK, but you’re not. You’re bone achingly tired from the relentless game of belonging.
Warning. This is haunting. You might be haunted. Jayanie and I have a knowing. Between us. Beyond words. Beyond time. This we know. Though we had never met. Might there be nowhere to get to? Might you call off the search?
“You belong. There was never any condition to that. Ever. You never didn’t belong. Despite what it might seem. And without the need to belong, your need to be right falls away.” An artful introduction one of the key principles to this Inner View work.