When my first son was three months old, I explained to a very wise friend how difficult it was for me to put all my work and creative projects aside to care for this one small person. As much as I loved my little son, I was intensely frustrated by not being able to progress creatively. My wonderfully wise friend explained that it might be helpful if I imagined my creativity as a flower bulb, planted underground in wintertime. The bulb is hidden where no one can see it, and yet it is there, putting out roots (which no one can see). These roots create a vast network to draw in nourishment for the bulb, and when the proper time arrives, the bulb will produce flowers. It's difficult to be patient while the bulb lies hidden underground putting out roots, because none of this is visible. But if one has patience and faith, the blossoms will appear.
So, I am trying to be patient with myself. And patient with things over which I have no control. And patient with life as it unspools and unfolds.
Meanwhile, on days I've been able to focus, I've picked away (in a rather desultory fashion) at some new blog posts. You will hopefully see them here over the next week or two.