Hard to Stop

My friend who lives by the river says now that she's started [reflecting on her relationship to her world] it is hard to stop. My interpolation. It may not be precisely accurate.

I know just what she means. I know her bent is a little more toward social justice. Mine might have been. I have had my moments of rage against the machine. But this is more introspective. Still once you get started it is hard to stop.

I'll tell you a small secret. I'm banking these a bit. I write when something comes to mind that I want to write about and then queue it up to post a couple of days after the last one in the list. Gives me time to reread and reflect, which may be the most useful part of the exercise.

A few friends read them and send me a note about their own reactions, sharing themselves. I can't begin to say how much I appreciate that. It seems to take this out of the realm of mental masturbation.

I have no idea how long these will run. There's not an end state to the inquiry. So anyway, thank you for reading these posts.