Of all kinds of making I think that knitting or crochet soothes me the most. There doesn't have to be thinking, just motion on repeat. Yarn that keeps coming for long than a needle can hold thread.
This morning, listening to Wendell Berry read, "The Peace of Wild Things" here.
(The creek has been high the last few weeks.)
And Mary Oliver reading "Wild Geese," here.
Imagining the two of them having a conversation.
(Not the best photo as it was taken through the window, but oh it made me laugh!)