Meaningful Notable Moments, Or MnMs
Unlike another sound-a-like treat that melts in your mouth and not in your hand, these "MnMs" are like hard candies to be savored, rolled around on the proverbial tongue until all the goody is sucked out of 'em.
Meaningful notable moments fill our days.
If we are too tethered to the past, tied up in the present, or tensed about the future, those meaningful moments can slip by unnoticed.
A good yoga practice can help you enjoy your MnMs.
On the yoga mat in our daily practice we work hard to strengthen, stretch, and tone our bodies and our minds.
Being fully present in the moment cultivating awareness that can capture the subtle nuances of the breath through the body.
Somewhere in the process the mind chatter stops and we bask in a quiet stillness.
It is from that stillness God emerges.
We are awakened with consciousness and clarity that adds meaning to the moment.
The practice continues as we roll up our mats, start the laundry, and feed the pooch.
Yoga practice brings a sense of purpose and fulfillment into everyday life.
Even the most mundane chores become meaningful when done consciously.
I spent years going through my days in, not so quiet, desperation asking, "what is my purpose?" "What is God's divine will for my life?" Turns out it was right in front of me all along.
If the dog needs to be fed, it's God's will that you feed the dog.
If your laundry is piling up, you guested it, Divinity would have you wash your undies.
There is a precious verse found in the Holy Bible, "Whatever you do, do it hearty as to the Lord," (Col.
3:24).
Feed the hungry you have around you today, (Bowzer gets hungry too) and who knows tomorrow you might be in Kolkata.
It's not the "what" you are doing but the "how" you are doing it that can make the task meaningful.
With a heart of gratitude and mindfulness everything you do can be chock full of divine purpose.
The mindfulness that yoga is developing in me flows into everything I do.
Because of that, everything I do has become meaningful to me.
This weekend I ran my first 10k running event of the season.
It was great!!! I shaved five minutes off of last years time in this event.
Still at that, I'll be the first one to tell you that I'm not a fast runner.
I just get a thrill doing it.
I've been running for seven years now and it has become routine to have a quiet prayerful meditation before each race to ask God to help me be fully present in the moment, so as not to miss my MnMs during the event.
Every year I walk away with a participants medal and a few MnMs.
This year was no exception.
With a gun-shot start, we were off.
As the race progressed, the runners thinned out according to their pace.
I noticed a young lady just ahead of me that had a good pace going.
I fell in behind her.
Watching the white soles of her shoes, my pace was set.
It all became mechanical after that.
My feet just followed her feet.
This went on for the the first three miles and then she started to slow a bit.
I sidled up to her, told her what I'd been up to, and thanked her for getting me through the race thus far.
She smiled and said, that made her feel like she was doing something right.
I went on ahead hoping my feet could help her feet for a while.
I turned on my mp3 radio and heard, "you gotta pay your dues if you want to sing the blues cause you know it don't come easy..
..
" Don't know what happened after that.
My 10 minute mile morphed into an 8 minute mile and I was running through the shoots before I knew it.
Not long after I'd crossed the finished line someone tapped me on my shoulder.
It was the young lady that helped set my pace during the race.
She said, when I had passed her that she started watching my feet and followed my pace on in to the finish.
With tears in our eyes, we hugged and said our heartfelt thank yous.
We may never see each other again, but in the moment we were vital to each other.
This MnM taught me that being a pace setter is a humbling thing.
There is no room for ego.
The runners behind you today may well be the ones setting your finish line pace tomorrow.
That's a pretty sweet MnM if you ask me.
You have your own MnMs.
Share 'em.
Savor 'em.
Suck all the goody out of 'em.
Meaningful notable moments fill our days.
If we are too tethered to the past, tied up in the present, or tensed about the future, those meaningful moments can slip by unnoticed.
A good yoga practice can help you enjoy your MnMs.
On the yoga mat in our daily practice we work hard to strengthen, stretch, and tone our bodies and our minds.
Being fully present in the moment cultivating awareness that can capture the subtle nuances of the breath through the body.
Somewhere in the process the mind chatter stops and we bask in a quiet stillness.
It is from that stillness God emerges.
We are awakened with consciousness and clarity that adds meaning to the moment.
The practice continues as we roll up our mats, start the laundry, and feed the pooch.
Yoga practice brings a sense of purpose and fulfillment into everyday life.
Even the most mundane chores become meaningful when done consciously.
I spent years going through my days in, not so quiet, desperation asking, "what is my purpose?" "What is God's divine will for my life?" Turns out it was right in front of me all along.
If the dog needs to be fed, it's God's will that you feed the dog.
If your laundry is piling up, you guested it, Divinity would have you wash your undies.
There is a precious verse found in the Holy Bible, "Whatever you do, do it hearty as to the Lord," (Col.
3:24).
Feed the hungry you have around you today, (Bowzer gets hungry too) and who knows tomorrow you might be in Kolkata.
It's not the "what" you are doing but the "how" you are doing it that can make the task meaningful.
With a heart of gratitude and mindfulness everything you do can be chock full of divine purpose.
The mindfulness that yoga is developing in me flows into everything I do.
Because of that, everything I do has become meaningful to me.
This weekend I ran my first 10k running event of the season.
It was great!!! I shaved five minutes off of last years time in this event.
Still at that, I'll be the first one to tell you that I'm not a fast runner.
I just get a thrill doing it.
I've been running for seven years now and it has become routine to have a quiet prayerful meditation before each race to ask God to help me be fully present in the moment, so as not to miss my MnMs during the event.
Every year I walk away with a participants medal and a few MnMs.
This year was no exception.
With a gun-shot start, we were off.
As the race progressed, the runners thinned out according to their pace.
I noticed a young lady just ahead of me that had a good pace going.
I fell in behind her.
Watching the white soles of her shoes, my pace was set.
It all became mechanical after that.
My feet just followed her feet.
This went on for the the first three miles and then she started to slow a bit.
I sidled up to her, told her what I'd been up to, and thanked her for getting me through the race thus far.
She smiled and said, that made her feel like she was doing something right.
I went on ahead hoping my feet could help her feet for a while.
I turned on my mp3 radio and heard, "you gotta pay your dues if you want to sing the blues cause you know it don't come easy..
..
" Don't know what happened after that.
My 10 minute mile morphed into an 8 minute mile and I was running through the shoots before I knew it.
Not long after I'd crossed the finished line someone tapped me on my shoulder.
It was the young lady that helped set my pace during the race.
She said, when I had passed her that she started watching my feet and followed my pace on in to the finish.
With tears in our eyes, we hugged and said our heartfelt thank yous.
We may never see each other again, but in the moment we were vital to each other.
This MnM taught me that being a pace setter is a humbling thing.
There is no room for ego.
The runners behind you today may well be the ones setting your finish line pace tomorrow.
That's a pretty sweet MnM if you ask me.
You have your own MnMs.
Share 'em.
Savor 'em.
Suck all the goody out of 'em.
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