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.
Blue vs. Red
We want it our way
Even if it comes to blows
I’m on the right side of history
So it’s my way or the highway
Not only will I school you
But I’ll also make you pay
Wait a minute!
Is this what we have become?
Sworn enemies for life
Wishing death to some?
Who don’t agree with us
Nor sing the same tune?
We easily call them foes
And insult them as buffoons?
Isn’t unity better
To agree to disagree?
Listening to one another
Knowing it’s not all about me?
If you take some steps back
You’ll see that it was really a trap
To allow the ones on top
To take the best and leave us with the crap
To fight over and ruin
What we worked hard to build
To destroy close bonds
We allowed hatred to kill
Peace at all costs
That should be the goal
Building up one another
And valuing the soul
Optimism to a fault
If no one will follow
Yet the alternative is bleak
And our world will be left hallow
This world we can fix
Our words must change course
And choose life over death
Leaving our world better; not worse.
I am disappointed as member of our adult generation. We refuse to see beyond the rhetoric (is it even rhetoric anymore?) as our children watch and learn as we hurl insults at each other and end relationships based on political views. That’s not what we taught them. Actually, that is what we are teaching them right now; that it’s ok to hide our prejudices behind self-righteousness, and it’s ok to harm people and property when our world is not aligned like we think it should be. Our younger generation deserves better. Don’t you agree?
A word to the young,
Yours can be fooled
Usually when you’re foolish
Reckless and never ruled.
A word to those who are gray,
Before you lay to rest
Stop pining for yesterdays
And make today your best.
A word for the lonely,
Don’t be offended by my tone
Sharing your journey is a choice
So is staying alone.
A word to the lost,
Open your eyes
And commit to find your way
Instead of living on lies.
A word to those who are filled,
Help us sift the truth from the tales
Warn us about chasing after empty dreams
And remind us that love never fails.
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
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?