Everyday Moments with God
From a notebook reflection read aloud in May 2025.
It was a humdrum life,
light on the living.
I was barely staying alive.
As I received no breath,
I kept on giving and giving.
Up at six,
work eight to five,
dinner by seven,
and TV and drinks the rest of the night.
Didn’t talk much to the family.
My neighbors?
They built their fences higher and higher.
I got promoted at work.
Up the ladder.
More money? Yes, please.
More power.
I could afford whatever society told me I wanted.
And I did.
I traded my life for someone else’s happiness.
Then came a question.
What would I tell myself as a kid?
I’d say:
Listen to that voice when it tells you something is wrong.
And always do the next right thing.
Make others feel like they belong.
Be grateful for each day as it comes.
Think back on your day at night.
Remember all the fun you had,
and all that love you felt inside.
Pay attention to your breath.
Try to keep it good and steady.
Never talk or make a move
until you’re good and ready.
Job titles?
They’re not the ruler.
And money?
It’s not the king.
In fact, there is nothing you can buy
that will make you a decent human being.
Don’t forget that kindness matters.
As does what you see and hear,
what you do and what you say.
Surround yourself with goodness and love.
And then you, too, will be that way.
That’s what I’d tell myself if I could go back and tell myself back when I was a kid.
So to all you kids out there, children of all ages.
Maybe do more of that.
Take care of yourselves, take care of your neighbors, and take care of this beautiful Mother Earth.
Oh. Backwards. Haha. It’s over there.
K. That’s it. That’s all I got.
Zelda’s sleeping on her hot water bottle.
Peace.
Original recording: May 2025