I can't help it. I'm all heart.
Last night didn't feel much like work. It felt (as discussed with our awesome set medic) like we had all convened at an outdoor music festival venue and were waiting for the bands to show up.
(OK, it felt like that to me, at least, 'cause I didn't have to pick up any c-stands or mombo-combos or futz with the light balloons or worry about the guy getting yanked fifty feet in the air on a stunt line.)
Everyone was so cool, and the iron-bowl blackness of Malibu creek, with its crickets and owls and soft-wood smells, made me relish the experience and reach out for connection. It got me breathing deep of friendships old and new...letting out more slack in vulnerability than I generally do; trusting a little more. It let me allow the hands of night to cup my eyes, urge me forward, and surprise me a little.
I needed it. Feels good.