Tending the fire

Trying to coax the flames brighter and hotter in the fireplace, reminded me of how hard it is for me to tend the passions in my life. Today was a perfect case of how the minutiae, necessary though it may be, can sap the creative juice/motivation/time right out of me. The vocabulary of today included "Squamous cell," "plastic surgery," "leaky valve stem" and "broken oil gauge," Where was the time or energy to write? If I made the same effort to write that I make to build and tend the fire each night, I would have several novels written by now. Thank goodness for the idea of the small stone of mindful writing. Thank goodness for the fire, which, when tended, brings not only warmth, but also good cheer. May the flames of creativity burn brighter tomorrow than they did today.