Apparently, if I am making I am not writing. Perhaps I am not even thinking, or at least, not over-thinking.
Or is writing a form of making too? Gardening and cooking definitely are. And I continue to be a kind of all or nothing kind of person, a person who is most at ease when I am not scattered and pulled in too many directions.
I need to make time for this kind of work. I need to let time make itself into what it will in my life. Perhaps this requires looking at everything with new eyes, perhaps it means I should stop looking and see what is already here.