Distractions from life can come in many different forms. Whether it's distractions from life itself, such work taking precedence over time with children, or distractions from writing.
A dog barking
A telephone ringing
An email waiting
A saw charging
As I write this post, we're undergoing an elaborate remodel. What started as a simple installing new tile in the kitchen has resulted in completely gutting the kitchen and hall bath. I'm located outside, in a trailer, hiding out. The neighbors have asked if we're going on a vacation. No, just a vacation from life.
Inside, I can hear a radio blaring, and an electric screwdriver (at least from the sound of it) steadily drilling a hole ever few seconds.
Above, an airplane flies by. Someone whistles.
Distractions abound. But, I continue to focus, reveling in the alone time and the silence.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a red spot moving. A lady bug has found its way inside. It's no place for it to live. After coaxing it onto a tissue, I carry it outside and place it on the rose bushes, stopping to smell their blooming scent of spring.