Hello, hello?

It occurs to me that blogging is sometimes like the creek bed that crosses over the property where my childhood house was. Sometimes it floods, and then it'll completely dry up for months at a time.

I think that accurately sums things up.

But I digress. My semi-recently single self has finally found her once misplaced inspiration and drive to write. Being single does help. Hell, breaking up with someone helps. There's nothing like tearing your life away from someone else's like a splitting cell, only to realize that oh, wait, there's all this time that I didn't have before. And lots of thoughts and feelings to take up that time! How convenient. But as I continue to remind myself, reflection is a gift not to be casually cast aside. In all my sassiness there is still reverence, which I think is a healthy balance.

Timing is a very curious thing to me. As I began to formulate a sentence that began my tale of joining a yoga studio, I remembered that my break up and seriously getting back into yoga both happened around the same time. It never ceases to amaze me how... appropriate it is when one cycle of life fades and another begins. Even as my lingering thoughts and issues with my ex trail like tentrils of grape vines, so much has happened for me in the last six months that it feels deliciously right to close that chapter with a big fat THE END. I think allowing oursevles that transition is important. It's closure, yes, but for me it's also a reflection on impermenance and centering. Creation, creation, creation. All I can do is sit in this swivel chair and shake my head. Such a powerful force. And beautiful, no matter how hard some times are.