Almost every time I come to this beach before the sun comes up, I watch this man in his tractor level the sand on the beach. It seems like an mundane thing to do. He goes from one end of the beach to the other in his rolling machine turning the bumpy beach into a smooth one and stopping every once in a while to pick up a beer bottle or large object. My friends and I reaped the benefits of an easy walk through the beach to surf for a couple of hours. We didn’t have to worry about stepping on trash that the previous beachgoers left behind because of this man’s work.
The word ‘mundane’ is usually used in a negative context, yet the the dictionary says that it relates to the ordinary and commonplace. We all have the mundane every day tasks that we have to do at work and home. That could be taking out the trash. That could be reading the revised employee’s handbook. That could be leveling the beach. Keep in mind that as we consistently complete the ordinary tasks that we have to do day in and day out, most likely someone is going to benefit and even if that person is you. Someone is going to get to walk on the sand you just smoothed out.
Speaking of the mundane, I listen to music while doing chores to help the time go by. Which genre of music you like to listen to when you are tackling your to-do list? Share below and thanks for reading.
“You must unlearn what you have learned.” ~Yoda
Wise words from Pop Yoda. Just like most things, we are heavily influenced by media and the pressure is on to make all the Christmas the best one ever for your family. You have to ask yourself a couple of questions to keep a clear head and a clean heart about this holiday. If getting all the decorations and presents are going to put me in debt, then is it worth it? If all this running around is going to temporarily make me a maniac, then is it worth all the trouble? If this is what you learned to accept to be acceptable, then it’s a good time to start unlearning what you learned.
There’ll be times you have to
Whether understood or not
And that my mean it’s just you
Reflecting and looking ahead
Sifting through the noise
To hear the one clear voice in your head
As the loneliness fades away
Hopeless becomes hopeful
As His voice lights the way
Thank you for teaching me how to fish.
Thank you for teaching me how to tie a necktie.
Thank you for yelling from the stands to keep swinging the bat even though I struck out 2 times during the game.
Thank you for correcting me when I was out of line with mom.
Thank you for walking with me to the playground the day after I got pushed down by the bully at school.
Thank you for letting me take a sip of your beer even when you knew I would spit it out.
Thank you for sword fighting with me even after you said that you were tired from work.
Thank you for teaching me how to shoot a BB gun.
Thank you for showing me how to use a sling shot.
Thank you for singing the song to every tv show theme even if you didn’t know the words.
Thank you for holding on to me on my first roller coaster ride.
Thank you for celebrating with me the first time I ever beat you in basketball.
Thank you for teaching me how to swing a hammer and change a tire. (Not at the same time.)
Thank you for helping me make my first secret clubhouse with chairs and a bedsheet.
Thank you for picking me up at the theater after I missed the last bus.
Thank you for helping me with my science project.
Thank you for picking me up from the principal’s office after I got in a fight and the first question you asked me was, “Did you win?”
Thank you for not being afraid to cry when I graduated.
Thank you for never giving up on me.
Thanks for being there for me like you said you would.
Happy Father’s Day to the men who chose to be dads. What can you add to this list of thanksgiving? This was the “from a son’s” version. If you are a daughter, what could you add to this list?
The godfather at the local break sat his listeners down as he preached from the back of his van to share one more key to his version of life.
“It’s all in the conversation,” he pointed out. “Take this one guy. He wanted to be with this girl so badly, that he woke up at 5am just to join her morning session. He tried to convince her that he was as experienced as she was in the water, but she saw through his stories. She told him later that she just wanted to be friends.”
“Some guys chat from the moment they get their toes wet. They talk while they paddle out. They talk while sitting in the lineup. They talk while you’re trying to paddle into a wave,” the godfather added. “If they’d talk less, they’d catch more.”
“There’s nothing you can do when high tide turns the break into a swamp,” the godfather continued, “I can’t tell you how many guys end up watching and talking before walking to the closest coffee house to talk some more.”
“All I can say is…” the godfather paused as if he had changed his last point in mid-breath, “make your words count and paddle more.” He ended his surf-sermon, hugged his listeners, knowing that he would get to preach again the next day.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Some people are just more artful at conversation than others. Mike, the surf teacher is a real person and a real storyteller. People like him produce a lot more smiles in this world. Isn’t storytelling and conversations make life more exciting? I appreciate your feedback, and if you like my content please share it.
Check out the Steller version here.
I have seen this lady numerous times in this part of the city. She seemed content in her work; a work that may be unrewarding for many. This was my first time up close with this woman. She strolled through this section of downtown Los Angeles where the homeless population gathered and littered the streets. This day, the consumers of the street market were worse; they consumed their food, then left their food wraps, napkins, and empty bottles behind. (It always bothered me how people could intentionally drop trash on the street when a trash can is literally a few feet away.)
Yet, when I observed this woman, she continued to pick up the pieces of trash as a few people oblivious to her presence would drop their unwanted items right in her path. The woman stayed in a consistent flow of moving, stopping, and picking up trash. At least in this moment, she looked focused and satisfied with her progress.
I remember my days as a 4th grade teacher, and I would direct my students to pick up trash before going to recess or at the end of the school day. It was almost every day that a student would refuse to pick up trash with the the excuse, “That’s not my trash.” Wouldn’t our world be that much more amazing if we all just picked up a little bit of trash?
Wouldn’t our world be that much more amazing if we all just cared a little bit more?
I just need one and I’m done
Started drinking black
But then I got hacked
By sugar and cream
A sweet-tooth’s dream
I’ll do overpriced and try to look hip
But I’m really just fine with regular drip
I’m dragging and this poem is done.
Thanks for dropping by to read. Check out the original poem in the Steller version below. Make it a great weekend!
His memories of this place were as vague as he chose them to be, but this day, this man relived this one a little longer.
He sat on a wooden horse 35 years ago and watched his mother bury her face in her hands as his father walked away. He never saw the man again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the laughter of his 2 children going around on their wooden horses.
He clutched his wife’s hand a little harder and waved at his children, determined to give them different memories.
Thanks for taking the time to read this 1-minute fictional piece I wrote a couple of years ago. You may have had more than your share of painful memories as a child. You do not have to repeat them. Even if you did repeat them you can commit to break out of the cycle. The greatest security blanket you can give your children is you.
What kind of legacy do you want to leave for your children?
Being a sage isn’t just about age
But it is coming of age
It comes from learning from mistakes
And refusing a life half-baked
The wise know that it is not limited to self but others
And to treat people like brothers
In the end it’s not about things to fill the holes
Instead, valuing the connections with other souls.
Thanks for reading my latest poem. Wisdom is more of a heart issue than it is about knowledge. It is willing to make the decisions that many people don’t have the guts to make. Wisdom requires courage. Experience means little if you choose to make the same mistakes. There is a Jewish Proverbs that says that wisdom is worth more than rubies, and I believe it. Are you growing in wisdom as you get older? How much is it worth to you? Respond in the comments below and tap on the SUBSCRIBE button.