Clear the Snow

In any moment of your Life, you are choosing between Love and something else.
— Dr. Robert Holden

When we get a good snowfall my husband & I dive right in to shoveling to avoid the pain of procrastination.  We’ve honored our unspoken agreement to immediately remove the snow off our driveway & deck for almost 32 years. 

Last week the 6 inches of snow we were to receive turned out to be 14.

Though my shoveling partner was out of town, my spirits were high as I set out to do my job.

Shoveling is rather therapeutic for me. It is a way of meditation, a simple rhythmic routine. Being physically outside and breathing in fresh crisp air clears my head.

I quickly evaluated my task in the early morning quiet. I had the freedom to choose my own way of tackling this responsibility.  Appropriately dressed & centered in my Breath, I began.  

The quiet air around me echoed the smooth swoosh of my shovel on the pavement.  I consciously walked each scoop over to the side of the drive & flipped it onto the growing pile.  

Some of my first thoughts were of my Mother.  I smiled & felt warm inside as I pictured her out shoveling, her green plaid scarf wrapped tightly around her head & mouth like a muzzle. She was the snow shoveler in our family. 

She taught my sisters & I the fine art of clearing the walks, enjoying the beauty of the snow & creating a sense of accomplishment. 

While focusing on my Mother and those happy memories my shoveling was smooth, consistent, & productive.  I felt a patient pleasure in the progress I was making and in the dance of my own movements.

After a while, I looked up to evaluate what was left to be cleared & immediately felt discouraged at the wall of snow ahead of me. I even began to feel resentful of my husband enjoying himself in Mexico!

Stuck in fueling my thoughts with judgment & resentment, I began to attack the snow & fight with myself. Exhausted, I stopped to catch my breath. 

Seeing the sun peeking through the trees humbled me and the fragrant scent of pine refreshed my attitude.  Reminded of the gifts that surrounded me, I felt grateful for my health & ability to even shovel in the first place.

Physically clearing the snow acted as a metaphor, a reflection of my internal journey. Three hours later I finished my last scoop before steppingback to admire what I had accomplished.  It was a job my Mom would have been proud to see! 

And then I had that special feeling she was with me all along :-)

Ponder This:
When have you stopped to take a breath & clear the snow?

clear the snow jani mccarty