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  • I got lost.

    Lost on a plantation in South East Georgia.

    Lost amongst the beautiful people.

    Beautiful of heart, body, soul and appearance.

    I made iced coffee and watermelon drinks for four of the top 50 models in the world.

    I hung out with Jesus and Peter Fonda circa 1970 *swoon*. I felt the beauty of their brotherly souls and couldn't help but smile at their innocent flirting and 'loving' work ethic.

    I didn't write for 8 days. I hardly slept for 8 days. I got blisters all over the soles of my feet, but it was worth it to have a world class photographer tell me that he didn't want me to run for the sake of the production on our last shooting day. (One word to describe him - ADORABLE! *sigh*)

    My life was awash with 'Bonjour', 'switch to two please', 'copy that' and 'we're moving on'. I worked with two of the best bosses in the world. EVER!

    My life was brimming with so much possibility that it was hard to believe that only days before I had been rubbing pennies together in my hands wondering why love and work had so quickly melted out of them.

    But all it took as a bit of patience and luck, an exploration into a new world, the ability to keep the faith when all felt lost, and the realization that while I felt I was losing everything, I was simply waiting to receive it all. The universe had larger plans for me that I could imagine for myself, and for that I am eternally grateful.

    I have never worked on such a great production, with such a heartfelt group of people, all of whom I felt such admiration and gratitude towards.

    I appreciated them and worked my hardest because of it. They returned the favor by telling me I did an amazing job and booking me on my next gig here, which is more than I could have ever asked for.

    The only issue now is how to re-enter into regular life? How to sit down and Cowbird again, to find the time to read all of your stories and connect with my online story telling treasure trove? How to continue on with my screenwriting, which I've fallen so far behind with? How to move onto the next thing?

    Production is the perfect opportunity to experience acceptance and impermanence, with the reminder that tomorrow is always another chance to start all over again. But that doesn't make it easy.

    Yet here I go again - to tomorrow!

    P.S. I've missed you Cowbirders and I can't wait to start loving your stories again... I apologize for abandoning you, but in truth I really only abandoned myself.
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