The Good Patrons of 750 Words

1 cup

There are words that wish to be written, words that exist below the surface of awareness and remain there until I begin my 750 words. Suddenly they arrive, bidden, and yet, unbidden. They surprise me with their insight and clarity, their forcefulness, their directness. Entering this sacred space has brought forth messages that are, somehow, divine, even in the company of the commonplace utterances that are whiny, pathetic, repetitive and banal. Thank you, Buster, for this remarkable gift that has so aided my serenity.