Today, the inevitable came in Calgary, Alberta, where I live. The long awaited first snow of the season. We've had a longer autumn than usual and I've been dreading the cold but today 10 cm of big, fluffy, powder-like snowflakes started gently falling, and it just felt right. When the snow settles in, everything feels padded and calm, like the world just tucked itself under a warm blanket. Nature becomes quiet, serene. And I find myself doing the same! It asks me to pause. Take things slower. (Avoid the roads haha). Be more present, careful, and aware. And a little more playful, even! I think if I could assign Yoga Nidra one day as its own, it would be the first snowfall. There’s nothing quite like that soft settling that happens inside and out. Is there a special day embodies the practice of YN for you? As the snowflakes fall outside, I’m welcoming each of our new members — grateful for the singular beauty and presence you add to this space. ❄️🤍