Reservoirs of Craft. The phrase came to me one night upon closing my eyes to fall asleep. I took the trouble, made the effort as a sign of respect for whatever muse it is that comes too me at such moments – along with a realization from sad experience, that if I didn’t write it down I would either toss and turn attempting to fix it in my memory, or awaken the next morning with nothing more than a vague sense of something important that I’d overheard and failed to note, most likely both, lost sleep and a lost insight.
I’ve been talking about Craft here, and over on Boats for difficult times and Horizons of Significance for some time. I’ve been aware that I’ve been running ahead of myself and hoping others could follow along almost solely on momentum alone, but that the time would come to be more specific.