Peace

Mike Dooley Portrait

Mike Dooley Portrait

A two minute human portrait of a wildly popular author that wonders about our own inability to come to terms with the possibility that we each might be perfect.

Premlata

Premlata

It’s a feeling inside that defies definition. It’s an experience of wholeness. An experience of tranquility. Of peace. An experience of home. It’s an experience of life. I could stay here all day.

A Contemplative Life

A Contemplative Life

‘It happens with people. It happens in solitude. It happens in the midst of incredible busyness. And incredible stillness.’ Might you take a step towards a contemplative life. A meditative life. A life of quiet and courageous transformation.

All We Want

All We Want

One can be asked what one wants a thousand times, yet the words remain impotent. Unheard amongst the deafening echoes of our modern age. And then one day, the world quiets. And those very same words find their way to the attention of your soul.

I Want This

I Want This

I listened to the Members of the Us Community. And to myself. And to the sky above the horizon. And this is what I heard of what we want. Of what this is. Of what ‘Us’ is here for. I wrote it down as a piece entitled ‘I Want This’.

More

More

As we yearn for more, we can be totally content with where we are. Those seem like paradoxical statements but perhaps they are not. A film about the possibility of a life with more.

North, East, South And West

North, East, South And West

Four friends set out from where they stood. One went North. One East. Another South. The last one, West. Each in search of meaning. Each in search of the point of their own life …

The Loss of Clothing

The Loss of Clothing

A man clothed from a wardrobe fashioned by his own success, caught in-sight as to the route of his own undeniable journey towards awareness. A journey crowded with uncertainty, bewilderment and at times, wonder …

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

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?’

The Whisper And The Echo

The Whisper And The Echo

A man looked for meaning. For his very place in life. He searched high and low. He’d often hear a whisper, calling his name from the other side of what seemed like a door …