Depth of Field - The distance between the nearest and the furthest object in focus. Amanda Mahan, my good friend and the best grip I have worked with on a film set is also a writer. I feel she has the ability to isolate everyday incidents in her life and transform them into objects of focus, articles that are creative and insightful, articles that touch on a wide range of emotions, articles that are sometimes thought provoking, sometimes amusing and always entertaining. Yesterday I asked her if I could share them with you. She agreed before driving back to her hometown for a few weeks. While she is away, here is one from her old archive about Blankets. Enjoy it with your morning cup of coffee or however you like it.

Bed Therapy

I like blankets. Yes, today I like blankets. Why? Because blankets only serve. Their ultimate goal is to assist in increasing my comfort level. When I'm cold, my blanket traps my body heat and helps me to warm myself. It doesn't do it for me. It helps me do it for myself. My blanket also sooths. It's soft and fluffy. There's nothing harsh or pointed about it. No tags. No zippers. No buttons or sequins or mean words or dirty looks or disappointments or rejections. Just niceness. When I'm trying to rest or I just need to wrap up, its softness covers me without judging. I think the most comforting thing about my blanket is that it does all this where I'm at. It covers and warms and sooths me in whatever position I get myself in to. It doesn't make me lay a certain way or wear a certain shirt or know the password. I just need to be… and it will conform to me. No questions asked. No justification necessary. This blanket of mine knows most of my deepest, darkest secrets, too. Its seen more of my tears than anyone. Still, it waits all day for me to come home and wrap up in it. Even in summer. It's always available and never turns down an opportunity to serve me… where I am… any way it can. Yes, today I like blankets. I like them very much.