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How goes your yoga practice? Have you established a routine that serves you well? Allow time to pause, reflect and settle into stillness. The cozy warm clothing we don this time of year pulls us inward as the days grow shorter and the air chillier. Use this season to settle into You.

When I was waiting for the bus after university class, a group of us students gathered and huddled together. The day had gotten colder while we were in our lectures and libraries. One of the foreign students was anxious and grew more and more upset. We could not understand his concern. Then he explained. The plumes of his breath rose in front of his face. Yes we replied calmly. In his culture – this was his spirit leaving him and so he became alarmed. He then saw all our steaming breath floating around us. He became quiet and gazed at us in wonder. Canadians! he said shaking his head.Winter! we replied, nodding ours.

Today it is cold enough outside to see the breath. I like to watch it lift, linger and then leave. I have much to ponder and appreciate with each breath. We all do

Enjoy your yoga practice.

I live in a place blessed with Winter. Winter is an excellent teacher. Subtle changes arrive in the Autumn heralding the pending weather change and we begin our preparations.

Winter’s lessons are many. When we are outdoors, our exhalations turn to elegant white feather plumes of steam. Notice! Observe! Be aware, winter teaches. Practice mindfulness.

Breath and winter. We can see our rate of breath. We can see our length of breath. We can feel the coolness of the air entering our body. We can feel the warm moist breath as it leaves.

I recall one day in late autumn/early winter. It was the end of a long day of classes and I was waiting for the bus on Winnipeg’s Portage Avenue. During the day, winter arrived with a plummet in temperature. A group of students from a tropical country were standing with us. We were chatting and one man became alarmed.  We struggled to understand his sudden distress. What was wrong?

He noticed our breath. The steams of breath left our bodies and were whisked away on the frosty wind. And so did his breath. This was new and it frightened him. His upbringing connected breath to soul. He feared he was losing his spirit. We soothed him as best we could.

He noticed something we had grown up knowing. He was aware.

We are blessed with endless opportunities for Mindfulness. “Take your yoga off the mat,” I urge my students at the end of yoga class. Breathing in, breathing out. Notice. Be aware. Be mindful.