Wonder

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

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 …

Only Now

Only Now

A film about a profound realization following the life-threatening surgery of a free spirited soul. ‘… there is no other place, there is no other time. There is only now. Don’t hold back, this is it.’

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?’

On the Possession of an Adventure

On the Possession of an Adventure

Did you ever possess an adventure to call your own? One that ran through your veins like blood caught fire. Causing your heart to beat far beyond its chest.

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 …

Under the Stars

Under the Stars

When did you last lie still as still can be, and breathe in the stars? For they sit patiently each night, waiting for you to share the honesty of your dreams.

The Boy Who Would Leap

The Boy Who Would Leap

He’s somewhere between thirty and forty. Perhaps fifty. Maybe sixty. He wants to play. Without prescription. He wants to stamp. And to stomp. And to run. And to leap from chair to chair.