Wednesday, October 01, 2014

I've been a good mood the past couple of days. Not sure why though. Maybe it's the slight reprieve from financial stress. Maybe it's because I feel cute. Could be in part due to the jump-up music I listened to on the way to work. Or it might be a result of all the love that's been floating around. I feel like I have a positive outlook today. There is still so much to do, to plan, to get in motion, and that can be overwhelming at times, but for today at least I feel like I can handle it. Bring it on! :)

Friday, September 26, 2014

Life and death, love and indifference. Every funeral I attend makes me reflect on my life. Considering how many I've been to lately you can bet I've been doing a lot of thinking. The funeral before last, a few weeks ago, was for vibrant young lady, not much older than myself, who had cancer. I didn't know her personally. She was a member of my church for a short time, but I am very close to someone who did know her well, and so I went to show general support. As I sat there listening to each person who went up to speak I inevitably began to wonder what people would be saying about me at my funeral (morbid thoughts, I know). I went further to think about what I would want to say for my loved ones. And so I started writing what I call "Love Letters" in my head to each of my friends, thanking them for sticking with me and telling them all what I think of them. Why wait until they pass away, right? I figured that I could write the letters with the intention that they be delivered upon my death. And so the stream of consciousness continues and I didn't stop there. Why wait until I die? It should be easy to tell them everything now. Yes, we know that we "love" each other by the mere fact that we stay in each others' lives to some degree, but it's always nice to be specifically reminded of what you mean to someone. So, I thought about this some more - why don't we show appreciation more - and the only thing I could figure is that when you are about to wear your heart on your sleeve like that, there is a fear of being hurt. (I'd love to hear some thoughts on this. Are we lazy? Are we selfish? Self-centered?) So, yes, I think I'm going to write some letters. I adore the written word. How much more personal can you get than to pour out your heart onto paper knowing that you can't take your words back, knowing the person reading it just might keep it and read over and over again. There is no hiding from your words when they are written down. Unlike the spoken word that is left to the memory, that can be forgotten or twisted or taken out of context, the written word minimizes the chances of that happening. Thoughts?

Sunday, September 21, 2014

It would be death, wouldn't it? To be the catalyst for me to write again. I've been to more funerals in the past two years than birthday parties and weddings combined. Yet here I am trying to find a way to attend yet another. What do you do when the ones you love are hurting and you can't be there to even give a hug? How do you comfort them when a part of them has gone? As Seventh-day Adventist Christians we believe that the dead sleep until Christ's return, at which time those who died with faith, and those alive who believe, will be taken up (I Thessalonians 4:16-18). But that is then. What about now? How do you tell a child his father isn't coming home? How do you tell a mother that she has to bury her son?? This is now. They have to make it through today. I woke up this morning. I woke up to my daughter in my arms, alive, and warm, and beautiful, and so much promise. I looked at my son when he came in the room and all I can do is look at him and think of the mother by her son's hospital bed watching, hoping, praying, that he wakes up but never does. Two friends who I hold dear to my heart have lost their brother. And there's nothing any of us can do about it. #weweremeanttoliveconnected

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

God is SO Good!

What can I say? I am blessed in abundance! I love my family, I love my church, I love my life! No, I'm not rich with all my desires catered to. That couldn't be further from the truth. But I am alive and I have joy. There is nothing like it. There are times that I'm down and I get on myself for my failures, but I can't stay down for long. As I look around God is taking care of me, reminding me that He is always there. I have no worries for the future. "Things" will work out.

I'm still doing photography (www.kaspinn.com) so if you need holiday pictures (or any type of pictures really), you know who to contact/send your friends to. :) I'm doing free shoots on Thursdays from now until Thanksgiving.

Last week I coordinated a media conference. Can you say nervewracking? lol With only one person officially registered and the conference in four days, I didn't know if we would end up having to cancel it. I'm so glad we didn't! People actually showed up! And they learned stuff! My presenters were amazing!! Todd Mace, Southern Union Conference Information Systems Director, Dale Holness, Broward County Commissioner for District 9, Collin Williams, award-winning producer and owner of Studio 1080, Inc., Marie Compas-Polo, CEO of Joshua Tree Marketing, Cynthia Roby, freelance writer and consultant and owner of Bluestocking, Inc., Karl Pinnock, owner/photographer/videographer for Kaspinn Productions, Andrew Nugent, Associate Pastor for Lauderhill Seventh-day Adventist Church, Dave Adden, EasyWorship Guru, myself and friend/photographer Gerard Rowe. Whew! It was a grand success in my estimation, and a first for the Florida Conference of Seventh-day Adventists in South Florida! I'm looking forward to doing it again but for now I'm already on to my next project...a conference for entrepreneurs. Interested?

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Sep '09?? Wow, that was a long time ago! Just wanted to say HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all the momma's (biological and otherwise) out there!!

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Scary and Disgusting Stuff

I went to the gym this morning. Nothing too out of the ordinary about that. Didn't feel like it but went anyway. When Shelby and I came back we saw muddy footprints outside our front door. People used to use our backyard as a thoroughfare so I wasn't entirely surprised about it starting up again. Ran some errands throughout the day and when we all got home around 6:30 P.M. our newest neighbor who lives right beside us, met us in our driveway. Apparently they were robbed. Same muddy footprints on their back patio as in front of our house. Times are hard, yes, but do people have to be so disgustingly greedy/selfish/self-centered?