Find the time. Make the time.

I love my coffee of a morning, beloveds.

I love making a cup and thinking of mom. She loved Folgers Instant. With CoffeeMate. A big, heaping helping of it. Followed by two mountains of tablespoon filled sugar. Ah.

After a while, she would have me make her coffee whilst she prepared her grapefruit she draped with a mound of sugar. Ewww!

I loved, absolutely loved, when I got ALL the portions right! The smile on her face was worth its weight in gold. I learned to perfect her coffee. I enjoyed bringing a small amount of joy to her day.

Now, I make my coffee and think of her. It is our quiet time. It’s OUR time.

Anywho, my kettle heats the water soooooooo hot I am forever halfway burning my tongue.

Here lately, beloveds, I have been learning to do other things, while waiting for my coffee to cool enough to enjoy.

I have found the time to work on a piece. I have made the time to pray. I have found the time to empty my mind of all anxiety. I have made the time to reflect upon today’s possible journey.

All within the span of these coffee cool down moments. Ah. Aha!

Find the time.

Make the time.

Find a way.

Make a way.

BE the way!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Get after it.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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