02/03/2026
✨Shoveling On The Truth, Part 4. ✨
Ice doesn’t negotiate and the snow doesn’t care. This past week wasn’t about pretty snowfall or quiet stillness.
It was about breaking up that ice; that relentless, bone rattling kind of break up that fights back with every strike. The kind that travels up through the shovel, in through spine, up the low back, shoulders, wrists and pecs. Muscle pain. Back pain. Neck pain. The honest kind of feedback you can’t spiritually bypass. 😬
And still… I showed up.
This is where discipline (tapas) lives. Not in comfort. Not in ease. It’s when each swing becomes a practice. Each breath, intentional. Each pause, a moment of meditation in motion. 🤸🏽♀️
Yoga as medicine didn’t just happen on my mat these past few days. It happened in how I hinged instead of collapsed, how I stabilized instead of rushed, how I listened when my body said slow down and go in and warm up. 🔥
Meditation as medicine wasn’t only stillness or silence. It was presence….
it was staying with all the sensations, discomforts and exhaustion without turning away from awareness. 😓
Ice breaks when pressure is steady.
Truth does too. 👊🏼👁️
This practice, inside and out, continues to teach me again and again:
Strength isn’t force, healing isn’t avoidance and discipline isn’t punishment. 🧘🏻♀️
It’s devotion. 🙏🏼
To the body.
To the breath.
And to the path, no matter the temperature. ❄️🥶✨
My mantra: “Spring landscaping bodies are made breaking through the winter ice.” 💪🏼🧊 ❄️
Not even close to finished, but closer than I was yesterday.
And for that, I am grateful. ☺️
