Where the Scene Is Unspoken

I start working on things before I know I’m working on them.

This is as close to proof God exists as I know.

I am steered, always, by an invisible hand at my back.

My work is a byproduct of my relationship. My partner on the other side of my relationship is source, it’s God.

Just like any other relationship, if I start resenting my partner — if I start hiding who I really am, if I grow resentful over slights, if I withhold, if I ignore my partner, my relationship will dry up. The work that is our children will stop coming to life.

Last night I swam in the ocean, like I do many nights at sunset. I got out and was so cold I was shaking. The lifeguard asked me if I wasn’t freezing.

I told her I was but it’s good for you. The cold is bracing. The cold wakes your nervous system.

She said she had to go in earlier to do a rescue and she hadn’t been able to warm up since.

I asked her who she rescued.

She said a child got stuck in one of the holes north of the tower.

“Kids get stuck in those holes very easily.”

I thanked her for watching out for me. I knelt on the beach and did my kundalini as the sun disappeared. A couple made out beside me while I chanted. Alternate nostril breathing to balance the brain.

I think tears might have surfaced during this kundalini practice. I’m not sure. Kundalini is an ancient technology that unlocks stickiness in your body and soul. My teeth were chattering hard, I was soaking wet, I was shaking, and that was the point. My neural paths were resetting.

You have to give to your partner if you want to receive.

You have to keep the connection warm, tender and open. You have to be able to hear and see the gifts, however small.

If you’re constantly afraid or complaining that your partner isn’t giving you what you want or won’t give you what you want, your connection will die.

One of the hardest parts about this job is very often you have to do 70% of the job just to get the job.

Some of my favorite scenes — in real life or in movies — are those where seemingly nothing is said but everything is communicated.

Scenes where the scene is unspoken. Scenes where the scene is understood. Scenes where you have to suspend your eyes and ears — and trust — and fall —

I am at my peak as a screenwriter when I am only writing scenes like these.

Whether action, thriller, drama — the best scenes are flirtations.

And my flirtations are hot cuz my relationship with my partner is hot.

Both last night and tonight, I walked home so chilled and reset my legs almost gave way beneath me. My legs were weak beneath me. I almost fell walking one block.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I am safe.