when i was in sixth grade (i think), my mom and i were coming home from school one afternoon when we noticed something shiny floating above the grassy field behind our house. it was slightly elliptical and silver, though we really couldn't tell how far it was or how big it was. but it sat there in the sky, and we kept an eye on it as we drove the streets home. we parked the car and walked through the garage out to the back, and it was gone. it was a u.f.o. in the midday sky.coming home tonight, ian saw an orange u.f.o. it hovered in the sky, swelled bigger, then shrunk until it was gone.
the dusty air is irritating my nose. i wear the breathing masks as much as i need to, but i've still been stuffed up today. i suppose that's a sign that everything's working right, which is good.
we've been in some pretty cool places in the mine; today we went down the stairs that lead to the next level (there are eight levels below us and three above). part of the fun of being on the camera crew is always being in the middle of things and getting to be in the coolest spots for the best shots.
but with that comes stress. i usually don't notice the stress, but i've had several discussions on this show about how the grips and electrics are more fun guys than the camera crews. camera involves a lot of delicate precision, and it very soon gets to you on set.
which is why i'm learning the great benefits of going out to dinner with your crew after a day of shooting. we went to the wonderful crowbar cafe and swapped our own u.f.o. stories (weirdly all similar) over big frosty root beer floats.
balanced on a dusty, gravely incline today, i was caught in the midst of a conversation between a cute young actress and a much older man. they were sharing the different self-help books on positive thinking that they'd read. i couldn't think of any such books that i'd read and wondered why, as i like to think i'm working to make myself better.
tonight i got out of the shower and grabbed my highlighter and recent conference ensign. i would rather have that than all the self-help books at barnes and nobles. i really believe president packer's statement that true doctrine, understood, changes attitudes and behaviors better than a study of behavior improves behavior.
no matter how long or hard the day, i still feel thrilled to look up at the rich, starry sky when i come out of the mine at the end of the day.
"faith is not only a feeling; it is a decision."
neil l. anderson
ensign, nov. 2008 p.14
2 comments:
It's always so hard for me to not move directly from the little self-esteem lessons I teach my clients into real and true gospel principles. Part of me always wants to grab them by the shoulders and tell them how much Heavenly Father loves them, and how incredible their life is. I can only bring it up if they do, though. Stupid code of ethics.
wow, two images from Joe vs. the Volcano in as many posts
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