I am not strong: Mama’s 💍 ring.

I came across mama’s 💍 ring.

The Universe told me to put it on my right, ring finger.

I have ‘engaged, the borg, er, The Universe.

The Universe, has engaged, with me.

I am no longer, afraid.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

I have started journaling again. I have such ugly handwriting. God gave me this handwriting so I have learned to love it. You will have to go in the archives to read my God’s Handwriting piece. I may do so, as well.

I am also rediscovering my love for reading. I am re ordering all my favorite authors: Sidney Sheldon, Judith Michaels, Elizabeth Gage, Kathryn Harvey. They are all fighting for the first read.

I also want to read Michelle Obama’s books. As well as, Viola Davis’. Yikes. Yet, my copy of Corrie ten Boom’s Prison Letters came and I think I shall start with that.

I am starting.

I am starting, over.

I am starting, fresh.

I am starting, anew.

I am starting…

Ah.

Aha!

How about you, beloveds?

I find myself looking at my Buddha belly, at mama’s ring, and thinking of hers. I smile. She smiles, back at me. She has sent the universe for me. Thanks mom. I love you.

Make it do what it do.

doing with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HelloUniverse.

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
• 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