I am struggling.
My book about my experience with chronic pain just isn't coming together. In fact, the effort I am putting into fermenting it has caused a total drain on every single creative aspect of my life. I've never felt so...dry. I can't even knit. I can't even COOK.
I never understand my own creative process, and each project seems to have it's own gestation period but, as with yoga, I keep practicing on faith that I will have some kind of break-through. Or break-down. Something will HAPPEN. I am ready. I know what I want to say--I just can't find the plumb line.
Meanwhile, though, my lack of production has not been mirrored by my amazing children. Here's Ana singing the Periodic Table of Elements, set to the music of Sir Arthur Sullivan by the immortal Tom Lehrer.
She learned it over the past ten days on a bet with her science teacher. (I actually learned a little bit of it myself as she was practicing. It's an odd experience to find yourself walking through the aisles of the grocery store singing the Periodic Table of Elements but there ya go.)
(Plus, um, not to brag even MORE, but isn't she just so beautiful?)