Wondering Invites Possibility to Enter

Seek and you may find.

I tell the stories I most need to hear. The stories I tell transmogrify into their most spectacular possibilities — Sometimes so strange and pointless I cannot and will not allow them to stay.

I love the well-polished, heavily relied-upon DELETE key That has joined shredding, painting smelly chemicals, and burning the pages When the stories are not what I really wanted to hear after all.

Like Ann Patchett, I spend hours staring, musing, mulling, wondering Until that shocking, unexpected possibility sashays into the room and drawls “It’s about damn time you let me in.”

And that very line — that one about possibility walking in?

That sashaying, bold, never-before-seen-and-yet-desperately-yearned-for jolt Is why I write, is why I tell stories, is why I rise at dawn to invite possibility Into my mind, to settle beside me, and tell me the story I can’t wait to hear.