See these few minutes as an invitation to stop in your tracks and let life itself find you. The experience of ten years old, and being rediscovered by something perhaps forgotten.
Might ten find you once again (caveat: I do understand that for some 10 was not a good age, perhaps one could let the deeper ageless part of oneself speak).
A few years ago I went on walkabout searching for the Soul of America. I ended up in a 3rd Grade Classroom in Tucson, Arizona. These are the images I took, as they told me about the Soul of America.
Angela – 3rd Grade Teacher
That day we filmed in challenging audio circumstance. These few seconds below are important – see more here.
Ten
In a dream more real than his daytime,
a grown man meets himself.
Himself at just ten. With the light
in his eyes. And the world
in his heart.
He sets out to explain to his
young self why he’s taken the
road to someone else’s
somewhere.
But he can’t.
And in the deafening silence
he shakes uncontrollably.
As the years of an
unconsidered
life spill over.
And in that silence
everything
changes.
Forever.
Perhaps the ten year old
had been his
very soul in disguise.
Come to shake him
from the prison of
his daytime.
one same heartbeat