Okay, beloveds.
I am here for a heart check. It has been a bit, since the last one I did on you. In fact, I can’t remember the last check. All I can think on is the tornado.
I told myself I would NOT be filling up my blog pages with thoughts and words about the tornado. Yea, beloveds, I told myself I would just ‘move on’ from it. I did NOT want to drag folk down. I did NOT want to drag myself down.
My heart, it appears, has different idea. She REFUSES to allow me to hide. From her. From me. From God. From you. Nope, my heart say the world is in the awful shape it is in because folk are forever hiding what is truly in their hearts.
Too many, are walking around bleeding. Too many, are empty. Too many, are afraid. Afraid to reach out.
So, beloveds, I am being obedient, to my heart and sharing all that is within it. Will it, wil I matter? To you? Doesn’t matter. Not really. Folk need to be loved. Folk need to be heard. Folk need to be held.
I sooooooooooooooooooooooooo wish I could be held, just now. Just a touch of humanity. Somewhere. Some kind of way.
So, I am being a bit of humanity, for those who will allow me to be:
How are YOU?
How is YOUR heart?
Are YOU okay?
If not, wassammattawhicha?
How can I help?
I have been praying for you, if that helps.
Be encouraged. Your end is NOT your end. It’s not. Just another chapter ending. A new one, yet to begin. Don’t be afraid of your future. It shall be glorious. In the meantime, enjoy your now. Right now.
Be good to you. There is only one of ya!
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Nuff said. You shall be okay. K? I can scream. The GoFundMe I did last year expired. I have not been able to get in the old account to create a new one. I feel like an idiot. Geeez, God. I am doing my utmost NOT to panic. Week one of no pay. I pray the internet gets repaird soon.
To be honest, beloveds, I don’t know how to restart work. I will have to. I need time to rest and recover. Rest is hard to come by. Yet, I STILL am thankful. I am grateful. I try not to think on those moments where I thought ‘Yep, mom, I will see you in a few minutes’. Geeez, God, that scared the bejeez out of me.
$Jaybirdforever is my Cash App for any hedge funders in here…lol. That made me laugh out loud.
Today is not funny. Am tired of listening to chain saws. Tired of not having the internet. I can’t even sign up for the free counseling work offers until I can get online and finish signing up. This Hotspot, for whatever reason, is not giving enough juice to bring up anything. It took forever for the blog to come up. I am doing as many pieces as I can just in case the power goes out for another extended period. Yall shall be bored for the next ten days, at least.
I am trying my best to try not to try so damned hard. I am tired. I honestly wish I had someone here who could take the keyboard from my hands and tell me to lay down. I read somewhere that black folk can’t afford to have mental issues. We have too much work to do. We don’t have the time to stop and grieve and heal. I suspect this is the case for many, if not most, of folk.
How is your heart, beloveds? Asking for A Friend. My heart is terribly tired today. Grateful to be alive but awfully tired….
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!