Showing posts with label griefwork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label griefwork. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Midway between beauty & horror. Love what is

Do we have the courage to face the realities of our time?
And allow ourselves to feel deeply enough that it transforms us
 and our future?
Come with me on a journey through the eye of beauty
Across an ocean of grief and beyond…
Chris Jordan - Director/Producer   For more information:  MidwayFilm.com  Twitter: @midwayjourney

Music Baaba Maal

Text below from the Vimeo page of the project:

A powerful, poetic, visual and introspective journey into the heart of an astonishingly symbolic environmental tragedy. On one of the remotest islands on our planet, tens of thousands of baby albatrosses lie dead on the ground, their bodies filled with plastic from the Pacific Garbage Patch. Returning to the island over several years, our team is witnessing the cycles of life and death of these birds as a multi-layered metaphor for our times. With photographer Chris Jordan as our guide, we walk through the fire of horror and grief, facing the immensity of this tragedy—and our own complicity—head on. And in this process, we find an unexpected route to a transformational experience of beauty, acceptance, and understanding.

We frame our story in the vividly gorgeous language of state-of-the-art high-definition digital cinematography, surrounded by millions of live birds in one of the world’s most beautiful natural sanctuaries. The viewer will experience stunning juxtapositions of beauty and horror, destruction and renewal, grief and joy, birth and death, coming out the other side with their heart broken open and their worldview shifted. Stepping outside the stylistic templates of traditional environmental or documentary films, MIDWAY will take viewers on a guided tour into the depths of their own spirits, delivering a profound message of reverence and love.

Watching and reading this takes us to embrace  chaos, confusion and conflict as Harrison Owen suggests us; birth and death, breath in, breath out; let go through the grief process,... Open Space. It also takes us to Byron Katie´s proposal to love what is.

Best,

Eleder BuM (Bilbao underground Mayor)
www.burumapak.blogspot.com (Basque)   @Eleder_BuM  (Twitter)

http://www.bilbohiria.com/gaika/berbaz (radio interviews Basque)  

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

GIVE WHAT´S LEFT OF ME AWAY

Somone wrote to the OSLIST about her father´s death... Peggy Holman answered with this piece.

"I come late to offering condolences on your father's passing. When my mother died, someone, I don't remember who, gave me a poem that moved me.  I hope you find solace in it.
Peggy"

GIVE WHAT'S LEFT OF ME AWAY

When I die
Remember me with a smile and laughter.
If thoughts of me provoke no love,
Only sadness and tears,
I ask that I be soon forgotten.

Give what's left of me away
To children and old men who wait to die.
And if you must cry, cry for your brother
Who walks in grief beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms around anyone,
And give them what you need to give me.

I want to leave you something.
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I've known or loved,
Or helped in some special way.
And if you cannot give me away,
Let me live in your eyes for awhile,
As well as in your mind.
You can love me most
By letting love live
Within the circle of your arms
Embracing the frightened ones.

Love doesn't die, people do.
So when all that's left of me is love,
Give me away.

            -- Jack Link