The breath of Winter


Its wispy white air blows softly into nowhere disappearing like mirage

One can see it with eyes fresh and open and awareness sharp

It is cold yet rejuvenating, waking up every corner of the body

One stands and marvels in wonder at lacy tapestry made by winter on roof tops, windows and trees

We inhale and exhale with intention and force. The freshness of being out in the world and breathing, isn’t it wonderful…

Winter touches our bodies physically as we feel its cold grip. Mentally it pushes us to awake, open up to possibilities, keep on walking to keep warm and in life. Spiritually it is the 6th plane of innocence, purity and utter peace when one is aligned with the whiteness of landscape and vastness of expansive space stretched before us. Winter opens  up horizons with trees bare and making it available for us to see beyond its clothes and costumes. In its nakedness it stands honest, open, vulnerable and ever so beautiful. We see that skeleton, bones of what’s within and without. Our structure strong yet vulnerable and withstanding winter with its freezing grasp and merciless chills we withstand challenges and inhale invigorating energy of fresh, new and pure. 

In winter things are born deep within. We nurture and carry plans, dreams, desires and aspirations like precious children asleep in the womb of our consciousness ready to sprout into the light with the Earth’s awaking hour.

MUSIC by Adrian von Ziegler 


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