Gwendolyn L. Kelly

We met at the Nano kick-off party, and I’ve seen her about town a time or two since then…trolley hopping and such. Nice to see you on here! :)

The 13-letter word oracle promised me the Patron was real. I had dreamed that one day we would meet so I was half expecting the sign.

One warm winter morning while sitting on my porch drinking coffee I pondered the question, “how can I provide visionary leadership to this struggling neighborhood, create art, and finish my novel while looking for and then holding down a full time job?” When I ask questions I pause and wait for the sacred to provide some sort of answer. I finished my coffee and listened to the city sounds as I waited.

A scrap of fabric flew from the west, touched my prosperity chimes, and stuck to my cheek. I peeled the fabric off – it was a light blue piece of muslin with a gold silkscreened border. In a dark blue script was one of my favorite quotes from Buckminister Fuller, “The hydrogen atom does not have to compromise its function potential by first earning a living before it can function directly as a hydrogen atom.”

So there it is – my answer – do what you do and the Patron will find you and pay your bills? Surely the sacred doesn’t want me to be part of the great wait.