Finding SilenceIt goes something like this:More Like This
We arrive on set. Bags are dropped to the floor and hands are shaken. We fill the silence with the sound of introductions, common courtesy, and the mutual excitement we share for a good shoot.
They go to prepare, checking their cameras and adjusting their settings. I run my hand through my hair and glance into a mirror at my reflection. How is my face? Is my makeup satisfactory? I resist the urge to reach for my foundation and force a few deep breaths. Inhale, exhale, inhale... -
They are looking at me. How long did I make them wait, I wonder, as I look desperately to the clock. Call time, it reads. I haven't lost them even a minute past our agreed upon start time, but I wring my hands just the same.
The shoot begins, and I am always deeply grateful when it does. We are past the pleasantries. There is no longer a wait for my mind to spin incessantly during. As I move, I settle into my place of absolute silence. A place where all thought stops and the consci