Between there and here.

Writing 2 Minutes

I am no longer content/satisfied where I am. It’s driving me up ten walls.

One moment, I was okay with the waiting. I was content with the making due ‘in the meantime’.

The next moment, I was ready to…dammit. If I knew THAT, I wouldn’t be hiding in God’s Pocket, looking for my yipppeees, whilst wondering what in the fresh hell and what the world do I DO with me now!?!

I am being pulled, somewhere.

I am being called, somewhere.

Yet, I have not the foggiest clue somewhere even is.

Tomorrow is Monday, yet again. Yet, another Monday of not knowing, of seeming not growing, of…blast it all, I don’t know!

I just know that I have to get ‘there’, from here. I can no longer stand to be ‘here’ whilst waiting to get ‘there’.

I think God and Life are wonderful, annoying, frustrating, in that They tend to drop clues. Not many. Just enough to keep me going. Just a bit ago, I ran across on of Britta’s pieces called “The season of not yet”, from her blog, Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland. I wish I knew how to link blog posts and tag this and do that, creatively. I have not the foggiest clue so I muddle through my blog, best as I can. Blast it.

Her post contained many things I have been thinking about, lately. I think it’s neat that the universe offers up information and insights when we need them the most.

Anywho, I have been fighting with trying to live with and accept that I am, currently, here. And, not, there. There, where I can…*shrug*…I have no idea. Just know that all my life my heart has been pulling me towards…something/somewhere/someday/someway.

My writing, has been pulling me towards something/somehwere/someday/someway.

I don’t know why, these days, being here has become impossible to stay. My heart, with ALL my heart, is ready to be, there, right now, and forever. My heart, wants to do what it was born, to do. What it was meant, to do.

What, am I meant, to do, I ask God and Life?

All, I get, is Their Silence.

And, mine.

Ah, beloveds. I do NOT, dare NOT, begin another Monday.

Here.

Now.

Yet, I must.

Life, is short.

We must be, here, til we can get, there, where ever there is. Somewhere, over there.

In the meantime, I continue to live in the moment, in the meantime. I am starting to not like ‘in the meantime’.

So, now, it seems, I have added looking for ‘there’, whilst looking for my yipppees. Perhaps, my yipppees, are awaiting me….there.

God and Life, please help me to get there.

trying to get there from here,

Cassandra

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