


I find streaks extremely motivational. I am at a 300 day step streak on Fitbit. My goal is 13000 steps a day. This means I am doing at least 6 1/2 miles of physical activity daily. This keeps me at a reasonable fitness level, though I could be doing better in that regard.
Part of my motivation, always, is inspiration. Clearly, this is the positive side of the streak. The other part that motivates me is fear. Fear that I will miss a day and lose my streak. It may not sound like a big deal, but I’m a “know thyself” person. The last time I lost my streak, I didn’t get back on it for three months. So the concern is not losing the exercise for a day, but for weeks or months.

My second streak is here. I am on a 150 day steak posting to my blog. Sometimes it is a struggle: I don’t want to post crap content. That’s why I always have my eye out for a good picture. If its a day that I’m not likely to be able to write an article or poem, I am hopeful one of my nature pics is at least a nice glance for my followers and viewers.
This streak definitely motivates me to write more, to try to figure out a topic that I think is interesting enough to publish. I’ve also given myself permission to write fast. My past is full of time I spent editing, which now I feel may have been better spent publishing.


I love how the sky and the water meet in the distance in similar shapes. The picture makes the brackish water beautiful because it meets the sky.

I read the poem titled “The Girl Who Should Have Been a Boy” by Alethea Kehas, who writes at The Light Behind the Story. This was at an event in Hartford called “Other People’s Poetry.” The rule is that you can’t read your own poems, so I was happy to read from this magnificent anthology.
The anthology is available here. Thanks as always to Gabriela Marie Milton for publishing this wonderful book.
Thoughts evaporate Yielding to infinite breath. Inhale. Float home.
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My wife will tell you: I can't float. For her, floating is yielding to the strength of water. To slow down, inhale deeply, held by its power. Me? I am on top of the water for a moment before my breathing quickens My belief evaporates And I am taken under by water's power.
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The book I contributed to, Hidden in Childhood, is a bestseller on Amazon! If you are interested, get your copy here.
Congratulation to Gabriela Marie Milton and thanks again for accepting my poem!

… will be very uncomfortable. And quite cold.