Rhythm

I knew the rhythm of my life in Austin so well. Easily, I floated In the familiar circles and cycles. When my husband and I decided to move to Sedona, that rhythm changed, The mere decision shifted everything as the well-known patterns dissipated.

My calendar was blank. I had no cleaners or grocery store or hair stylist or dentist or doctor. I didn't know anyone. There was just me, flowing into the unexperienced, 

Flowing has a rhythm all its own, Quiet silence. White space. 

It's my new rhythm.

You write it:  What is your rhythm?