Life has been busy and while I had good intentions of writing here I just haven't arrived to Number 56 on my to-do list. Actually now that I'm writing I suppose I skipped quite a few to-dos. I like list making. It's enormously rewarding to cross/tick things off the list.
I'm pleased and relieved to say that the end-of-winter-cold has finally left our family and our home and in its place is the warmth of a fresh new Spring and the blossoms that beg to be stolen from other people's gardens. I enjoy reaching my hand through a fence and carefully snapping the stem, drawing those gorgeous cherry blossom blooms towards me. They are so fun to photograph too. Incredibly fragile and rice-paper-like. I exhale a sweet happy sigh every time I see them.
Busyness has involved so many words, so many emails and a bunch of phone calls (I don't really like chatting on the phone - especially to people I don't really know). However, it has made me prioritise and I've decided it's time for me to cut down my yoga teaching commitments so that I can be the student again. I'll still be teaching my prenatal classes and birth workshops but a few hours a week will be spent at the studio doing 'my' practice - the opporative word being 'my,' because practicing at home is lovely but Surya Namaskara with an almost-three-year-old around my neck is hard. I think I'm seeking space and the opportunity to breathe and be nurtured without interruption. Yes, that's it.
Spring is beckoning us, we're venturing out under a big and very blue sky. In the next few weeks the windows will be cleaned, the woolens packed away and my milky white legs will see the sun again. Spring; can you feel it?