I’ve been spending a bit of time looking at the blank page, trying to decide what to write, or perhaps, what not to write. I look at the news, the Uber driver in Kalamazoo who shot a bunch of people, the latest stories about the various political campaigns. None of that seems worth writing about.

I think about my spiritual journey. There is a lot to write about there, but things are still not clear enough for me there. I don’t have an idea taking shape into a poem. I look at my writing notes, and find nothing there developed enough to become a post.

Today was a long day, and I don’t have the energy to explore ideas deep enough and long enough to develop a post on some new topic.

So, I return to the blank page, and what is, at least to me, another unsatisfying blog post.