Why don*t you blog?

When I run into friends who have been reading my reflections for awhile, they often say:  I love the duck series.  I never think I*m writing a series of anything.  Of course, like all who write, there are particular things which grab my attention on a particular day.  I have a particular flock of ducks I can see out my back window.

Like preachers who have particular themes (one of  my preaching themes used to be: Openness... now that I think of it, maybe it still is :) ), poets/reflectionists (I just made that up) also have themes.  So even as I write fresh reflections every day, of course they are related to the ones that have gone before.  

Blessings on your day!

Why don*t you blog?

She said

You have plenty of material written

For a blog.

I write what is given

For the day.

I used to send it out.

Now I post it.

It really feels not so in your face.

I am still a Minnesota girl

Even though I haven*t lived there

For 34 years.

Imposition is the height of arrogance

In Minnesota.

As for plenty to draw from:

The material from a month ago,

A year ago,

Five years ago,

Is not what I have been given

For the day.

It seems a form of catch and release.

I release

Fresh poems.

That said,

I*m sure these reflections

Are related

To the rest.