Leave a flower, then keep it moving.

Today was just one of those days where the doing of the day just wasn’t happening.

Winter storm, outside.

Work/life storm, inside.

Chili made, but tasteless.

Calls waiting, to be taken.

Sad, about my friend’s passing.

Sad, because Dad’s birthday is just a few days away.

Sad, because I can’t talk to mom about dad’s birthday almost here.

Sad, because of being so exhausted from trying not to be sad and keeping it moving.

Called my wombie, told her of my sad. Told her I just didn’t have the fight, today. Not, today. Told her I was sad. She gave me permission to climb down from the world and to BE sad, for a bit.

I climbed down, and was sad.

I rested.

I awoke.

I walked to the casket which bore all of life’s sad things. I gazed at it, in understanding. I placed a flower upon it, gave one last glance…

I walked away, the rest of life yet to be lived.

I live.

To be continued…

Cassandra

• 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢

1. 

   as always beautifully written, beautifully spoken beautifully sister…..your journey is far from over . ❤️

2. 

   That reminder to stop trying to prove ourselves and just set down the weight of guilt is so deeply comforting.…

3. 

   I really enjoyed this, so true and made me smile.

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   🫶

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   😉🥰