There is a particular sound, a perfectly shot basketball makes, as it flings itself, into the net.
Pop!
Pop.
POP!
That popping sound. THAT popping sound, is the sound a pure shooter, listens for. A REAL shooter, fights for, pines after, chases after, the pop of a perfectly arced basketball. The going making of the basket, is nice. We’ll take it. We grow annoyed with each missed basket. Bemused, with each non perfect sounding basket.
In this search, I spent many an early morning, in hot pursuit. In the chase, I ended many a sweat filled evening, running down that pop.
Even now, I hear the crunch of gravel. Beneath the feet of hastily tied shoes. My ears can still hear the sound of the creaking gate which stood in the way of my defiant foe: An empty rim, a dusted hoop. Waiting, for me. Sneering, at me. Wondering if, today, I just might hear a pop or two.
Almost angry, I would dribble my way, around the court. Sneering back, I would stalk my prey. Endlessly, pondering. Breathlessly, wondering, which shot, which angle, which heave, would be the one to give up my prize.
Finally, anticipation ended, I would toss the first shot and…
Clank.
Crap.
Heave…
Bounce, tired roam the rim, gracelessly sliding in.
Phooey.
Launch…
Pop.
Ah!!!!
Yea, beloveds, there is NOTHING like the wonderful pop which comes from a perfectly shot shot!
Today, I still seek after the pop.
On, my job.
In my life.
With my family.
With God.
With Life.
With myself.
Now, though, I use my TRY, as my basketball. What is the pop, I am after?
Great question.
God and Life won’t tell me. They only encourage me to try. Both have me wanting, something.
Wanting…
Something.
Toss.
Clank.
Crap.
Heave.
Tired bounce.
Phooey.
Launch.
Pop.
Ah,
Aha!
*Cassandra shuts down her Chromebook after a delicious sounding pop of computer keys perfect sounding as words snapped deliciously from her heart.*
What a perfect sound life makes, beloveds, when it is lived, in the moment, with intention.
Get to living now. Your perfect sound awaits you.
steadying for the next shot,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It is time. YOUR time. Lace up your tennies and get back in the game. The score is besides the point. Try. Just try. Enjoy the try. Laugh, when you miss. Then, try, again. And, again. And, again. Until…
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
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