Month: September 2023

Quiet.

It is quiet.

My heart, soooooooooo still.

Yesterday, my heart raged.

Waves of emotions.

Spilling from everywhere.

From EVERYWHERE!

Raging.

Pounding.

Pounding ME, into submission.

Submission to and from what?

I have no idea.

It is quiet.

The quiet, however, contains many questions.

The quiet asks, if I shall, listen.

I shall.

The quiet says, it has many things to show me, if I am willing, to see.

I will.

I must go now.

Quiet is calling.

It is loud.

I am listening.

quiet,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note 🗒: I think most fear the quiet. I fear, most fear what the quiet, may say. Be still, beloveds, and let The Universe, er, the quiet, speak with and to you. Alas, I gave away The Speaker. Or, did I? Ah. Aha! Listen…

Coffee with a friend.

I find myself having coffee ☕, with a friend.

She asked me, yesterday.

I told her no.

I was too sad.

She asked me why.

Why, I could not say.

I told her to return, tomorrow.

After she left, I grew sad.

I found, I liked her.

She is funny. She thinks dumb things. She talks of serious things.

I wish I had had coffee ☕ with her, yesterday.

I found myself eager, this morning, waiting for her, my friend, to show up.

She came!

She is here.

I must go have ☕ coffee, with my friend.

Ah.

Aha!

brb,

Cassandra

*Cassandra walks away, yakking endlessly of life and dumb things, with her ♥ heart.*

Be encouraged and know you are loved and not alone. Love someone, starting with you.

September.

I love September.

Summer is ending.

Fall, meaning football, is back!

The heat, packing up and getting ready to move on.

Cool breezes, cute leaves, fall colors, preening for all to see.

September.

Welcome.

It had been hot.

I have been tired.

I shall rest and wait.

I wonder what September shall bring.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Yesterday was hard. I am grateful. I got you spend time with the vulnerable feeling her age, part of me. She made me smile. She made me laugh. She made me realize she is just as needed as the be about being about it part of me.

Keep being you. ALL of you. Don’t be afraid to embrace your humanity. I appreciate all who cared, yesterday. This old lady was grateful. I am young, again. Ah. Aha!

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Begin. Again. Again.

There are just some days when hard is hard enough to make you say…ow.

Ow!

It felt good.

It felt needed.

I felt.

Ah.

Aha!

Normally, I would have ignored the ow and kept going for the now.

Today, my heart said ‘homie don’t play that’ and took the initiative to say…ow.

Whew!

I’m not sure who started the nonsense that we are never allowed to stop and say life hurts.

Growing, hurts.

Transition, can be painful.

Growing older, can be a bit daunting.

I have given myself permission to feel my age and the whispers, of doubt, that can accompany the unknown depths of growing…up?

I feel, vulnerable.

I feel, alive.

I feel, helpless?

I feel.

I feel!

In all these mixed up feelings, I am grateful for ALL the experiences that come with being…alive?

Give me more.

I keep being stretched, in every way. To give more. Of me. Everywhere. I wonder, if me shall be enough. Ah, there goes vulnerable again.

I begin.

Again.

Again.

Until?

Who knows?

looking for don’t ask me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: If my pieces, this last day or do, appears incomplete, it’s because I feel…incomplete. Yet, whole. The more of me, I uncover, the more I want to give away. I wonder if this me will be accepted. Ah, there goes my heart. Wanting to color with a friend.

Life is short. I write, almost desperate, for folk to realize how much they already HAVE, in their lives. Folks, who have significant others who are treating them insignificantly. Folks, who are loved, who are refusing said love because they have been hurt, in the past. Folk, who are afraid to reach out because of having been ghosted.

Be encouraged. Even the hard days are good ones. The hard days gives you the opportunity to learn to lean upon the care of others.

Somebody needs to know. Tell someone. Start with you. Take discouragement with you and love on someone.

And, that’s okay.

So, whenever life has been particularly discouraging, I make it a point to encourage folk.

Today…

I got nothing.

And, that’s okay.

Today…

I looked in dream’s mailbox.

It was empty…

Again.

And, that’s okay.

I scrounged around, in my laughter bag.

I found nothing funny.

Not, today.

And, that’s okay.

A family member passed away, about a week or so ago.

I kept it moving.

I encouraged folk.

I told myself the best revenge is to keep living well.

I feel none of that right now.

Not today.

And, that’s okay.

I shall keep trying.

Even as it hurts.

And, that’s okay.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I could use one myself, today…keep going…

Hang in there.

I needed this saying today.

*sigh*

Hang in there, okay?

*Cassandra wipes tears from tired eyes, turns from the mirror and keeps it moving*

The mountain WILL move. Keep removing the pebbles you have the energy to move.

Be encouraged.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I am loved.

I am loved.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Sometimes, you have to declare what you are.

The truth, not lies the world likes to forever whisper, in your ear.

What are you?

Tag, you’re it! Declare something, about you…

Cassandra

Lag time: Considering others.

Sometimes, it’s good and necessary, to consider others.

I have been wanting to vacuum, for hours. Too early. Yes, I could have pulled the ‘it’s my apartment and too bad for downstairs neighbors card’

I waited. I know how it feels to work all week only to be kept up, ALL weekend, by noisy neighbors.

Now, my rug, happily vacuumed, has given me the rest of the afternoon off.

Yippee!

It felt good, thinking of neighbors getting some nice weekend sleep. Makes me want a nap.

Hhmmm.

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: The world seems to have lost a bit of it’s humanity. Spread some consideration liberally, around you. Don’t look for anything, in return. Love someone simply because they could stand a bit of loving. Okay? Kewl beans. Get goin…

I love you.

Acknowledge you: Goldfish crackers.

I love Goldfish crackers. They make me feel like a kid, again.

It’s hot. I’m tired. Turns out, I’m coming down with a cold. Or something.

This something, is something else.

Why am I carrying on about not feeling well and Goldfish crackers?

🤷‍♀️

I’m a bit of a crab apple when I get sick. I tend to be melodramatic and ramble on about inconsequential things.

Okay, so I do that when I’m not sick, but still.

Huh?

Whatcha mean I’m rambling so get to the point?!

Sheesh.

I don’t feel well. I FINALLY admitted this to myself, a bit ago. Told myself to go take some meds, and tuck into bed to get well.

It was ONLY after I told myself the truth, that I was able to track down my symptoms and find out I am actually coming down with something.

I felt this way yesterday but chalked it up to everything but not feeling well. I have been burning the 🕯 candle at both ends and it is catching up with me.

Beloveds, we MUST stop running our lives, into the ground, in pursuit of this, taking care of that.

OUR lives matter, as well. Time we do better, eh? Yes, it’s important to keep on keeping on. It’s also necessary to rest.

Rest, now. We have time, still. It’s time for us to just be. We can leave the doing alone, if not for just a little while.

Today is Labor Day. Ironic. Time to cease from our labor.

Rest.

As will I.

Thank you for giving me your ear. I got you. Be encouraged. Your life truly does matter to me.

Cassandra

Enjoy you while you wait for them.

It’s Labor Day Weekend.

I’m alone.

Yet not.

I rose early, to have some delicious coffee ☕ and yak with mom, whilst she is up in heaven doing her some her.

Flopping this way and that, on my Cali King, whilst I wait on The Universe, to do It’s thing for me and my life.

Life is good.

I am good.

Yea, I’m waiting, for my posse, to arrive.

In the meantime, I am loving on me.

Too often, folk find themselves waiting around, for love. Life is short. Love on some YOU, beloveds.

Keep asking questions.

Keep doing ridiculously dumb things.

Keep trying.

Keep living.

Keep moving.

Forward.

Beloveds, these moments will NEVER come again. Enjoy, the growing. Enjoy, the bumps in the road. Enjoy, the heat of the day, as you journey towards your goal.

Try not to make the goal, the goal!

The gold, is in the TRY.

Life is so much more precious, to me, in the TRY. I can live with whatever happens or does not happen because I KNOW I gave all. THAT, I have found, is enough.

I am enough.

As are YOU.

So, enjoy your life, while you wait for your them, to show up.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, I have already gotten tomorrow’s pieces written and scheduled. I have done all the walking laundry. I have gathered the trash to take out later. I have my 🚚 order scheduled to have ham and cheese sandwiches 🥪 for lunch! How great am I?!