One man sought out those who would challenge his view on the world. Because he knew that he could never know for certain. Another man sought out the company of those who held tight to his same view.
Perhaps with understanding, comes the falling away of judgment. And with the falling away of judgment, comes the ability to see with clarity. And with such an ability to see, comes the opportunity to share a wealth beyond measure.
‘… I knew that everything is fleeting. It comes and it goes. We’ve just got now. We’ve got this moment. I am thankful for the gift to my existence.’
In those life experiences of our greatest pain and suffering also comes the greatest love and beauty, and transformation. This is a film about sudden loss, and the experience of telling a young child that her Father had died.
‘I can’t give you anything that you don’t already have.’ This statement is important, and this podcast explores this and the uncomfortable edges that surround it. If the work of Soul Biographies is interesting to you, this delves deeply into its very nature.
‘… she knew she was going to die anyway, and then she decided that day would be the day. I think it was the loneliest thing I’ve ever seen. She walked past me and laid on the bed and she nodded yes to the Doctor. I can’t find words for what it felt like to be there.’ A film about the last hour of a life.
Might the causes of poverty lie deeper than just physical need. And might the way out lie with our ability to see ourselves together, as the same.’ An extraordinary and humbling experience. A film about the often missed nature of poverty.
‘It is like a miracle. I’ve got a son back that I thought I’d lost. We’re probably closer now than we’ve ever been but it did start in a difficult place.’ A film of hope and light from a seemingly dark and endless place.
In the complex landscape of Schizophrenia, I imagine Compassionate Care should not be absent. Care that is unconditional. Care that is full of hope and of possibility.
In this time of visceral chaos what if this were the last time I were to see you. Might the possibility of words left unsaid haunt the rest of my days …