Category: Inspiration

Real talk: Both things can be true at the same time.

I’m okay.

I’m NOT okay.

Both things are true.

I’m incredibly sad.

I’m extremely grateful.

Both things are true.

I’m waiting on God.

I’m wondering where the world God is.

Both things are true.

I’m super tired.

I’m super hopeful/energized.

Both things are true.

I never want to get out of bed.

I am ready to move forward.

Both things are true.

Ah, God. What in the fresh hell is all of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss?

I want to run away and hide.

I want to rest.

Both things are true.

I have never felt more alone.

I want to be alone.

Both things are true.

I think I shall allow myself to be both things, all things, all at once. Just for today.

hurt/healing,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I did not want to get out of bed. I got out of bed. I have been wanting to write. All day. Truth be told, beloveds, I have been beating the fresh hell out of Reality, Fear, Doubt and ALL their friends all damned day. I am tired of figthing with them. Fight with them I must. As do you. Why I have drug myself out of bed, made a cup of coffee and wanderered in here to see what Mags or Craig have torn up now…lol.

Be encouraged, beloveds. I reached out to a friend who said they ‘didn’t have the bandwith for me today’. Wow. Ow. I just wanted to let yall know I ALWAYS have the bandwith to love you and care for your lives. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I am going through. Yet, beloveds, I REFUSE to allow myself to cut off the hurt of another because of being tired. Life is short. Keep on keeping on. No matter what. We SHALL be okay. Even when it feels as though Thanos has snatched everything. He has not. He was only able to wipe out HALF, remember….hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Turn the music up. Loud!

I was feeling mighty low. Fighting not to look outside. Knowing outside is STILL outside, whether I look at it or not.

What did I do? I hid in bed, of course. ALL day. ALL DAY!

Finally, I made myself get up. Yes, it was after 11 pm…..shrug….better than nothing, I say.

Presently, am baying at the moon to some Cee Cee Winans. Thankfully, my headsets still have a bit of juice else would be waking up half the neighborhood.

I just popped round to tell you to keep on turning up the music. Loud!

Fear, doubt, hopelessness and despair can NOT stand when we turn up the music. You see, beloveds, all those dummies want is for you to lisen to THEM and not to HIM(God) about what is going on.

Truth be told, it’s really not necessary to know. The older I get, the more I know I don’t NEED to know every blasted thing. I used to HAVE to KNOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW…..lol.

All I know, NOW, is all I really need to know is that I am loved and that I am NOT alone. Both things are true.

Life is full of choices. Every day. ALL day. Choose to keep getting out of bed. Choose to keep fighting. Choose to keep standing on FAITH, not fear. Tell fear to kick rocks and take two seats. We have too much to do to waste time afraid about everything.

For me, the awful thing has happened. It already has. Now, I am trying to pick up the pieces.

Why?

I have a life to live. Some kind of way.

In the meantime, I am turning up the music. I have dummies to keep out.

What about you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: CHOOSE. Don’t let the frightfully frightening outside mess too much with your insides. Asking for A Friend.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Cultures: Take another look.

I have spent a delicious day/night/evening visiting folk from all over the world:

I spent countless hours watching a couple who had gone to France and purchased an abandoned convent to restore. The gratitude the people of France expressed did my heart good.

I spent time watching a woman from I have no idea where, travel to Italy and buy a small home she called heaven. The pride she showed, in her new country, blessed my soul.

I watched an Australian man restore and renovate gardens for elderly folk for free. The heartfelt thanks the elders showed made me teary.

I watched an American go around cleaning up yards and lots and sidewalks and such so the neighborhood could look better and folk could enjoy their property and views.

I watched Asian folk and Japanese folk and others preparing delicious pies, cakes, breads etcetera for the world to enjoy.

I watched folk restore things, build things from scratch, tear things down, move thing in, take things out. All to make their world and ours a better place.

Ah, beloveds. Let’s ALL take another look. At one another. Inside our hearts. Let’s come together. Let’s shine our lights and turn back the divide.

I have to go. Another part of the world is calling for me. Care to join me?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: We are all we have, beloveds. We are all we need. Love someone. Starting with you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I hope you know.

I hope you know.

How priceless you are.

I hope you know.

How special you are.

I hope you know.

How unique you are.

I hope you know.

How loved you are.

I hope you know.

How fearless you are.

I hope you know.

How wonderful you are.

I hope you know.

How determined you are.

I hope you know.

How magnificent you are.

I hope you know.

How wondrous you are.

I hope you know.

How much you are loved.

I hope you know.

Ah, beloveds, IF you KNOW all these things about you, why on earth do you give yourself such a hard time?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Stop being so hard on you, beloveds. You are doing the best you can with what you have. Be encouraged. Keep looking up.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

How to be all things for all people.

I wish I knew.

How to be everywhere, for everyone, every time.

I wish I knew.

How to be humble, always. And, angry, never.

I wish I knew.

How to be there, all while wanting to stay here.

I wish I knew.

How to right every wrong.

I wish I knew.

How to erase every heartache.

I wish I knew.

How to get rid of every doubt.

I wish I knew.

How to embrace hard things without feeling how hard the hard truly is.

I wish I knew.

I don’t.

So, I try.

I give.

I share.

I love.

Anyhow.

wishing I knew,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I disappointed my wombie. I think. In thinking thus, I am disappointed. In me. Ah, God. I wish I knew. 😥❤️❤️‍🩹

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I’m done with the shame game.

I’m done.

Done with the shame game.

Done shaming me.

Done shaming You.

Done shaming me for not being enough.

Done shaming You for not doing enough.

I’m done.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been spending the weekend forgiving me for all the things I coulda, shoulda and woulda done if I had not been afraid.

If I had not been this.

If I had been that.

If.

IF.

If!

I WASN’T those things!

I WAS that!

So what?

What has been done has been done!

I am over shaming me, beloveds.

Why?

I found myself wishing, desperately, that I could go back to my boring life BEFORE the tornado.

I cried acknowledging that God, that I, that Life, that The Universe, that family, that friends, that money can NOT turn back the hands of the clock.

The tornado happened.

An actual fact.

The aftermath is here STILL.

Also, an actual fact.

Now, the present I wish was not mine, IS, in fact, mine. Now.

Fresh hell.

In acknowledgment, there is also peace. There is nothing left to be done but to accept what is and figure out if I am making lemonade, lemon meringue pie or throwing 🍋 lemons at anyone in the vicinity.

God: Lift up your head.

Me: K.

Lift up your head(s), beloveds. Let’s be done with the shame game, shall we? We have NOTHING to be ashamed of. If you have done something shameful, fix it. Forgive yourself. Move on. Rinse. Repeat.

We have all done things, said things, not did things, not said things we should/should not have. What’s done is done. God forgives. Why can’t/shouldn’t you? And, I don’t mean the false/fake stuff folk appear to be doing in simply saying folk ‘make mistakes’ then do nothing to correct things, make things right or apologize/repent for said stupid/thoughtless/shameful thing(s) said/done.

We got thangs to do, beloveds. Let’s stop wasting the precious moments we have left shaming ourselves and shaming others. How about we offer up some grace and keep it moving? Asking for A Friend…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I’m done with the blame game.

I’m done.

Done with the blame game.

Done blaming me.

Done blaming You.

Done blaming me for all the things I couldn’t.

Done blaming You for all the things You wouldn’t.

Doesn’t even matter why I didn’t.

Doesn’t even matter why You couldn’t.

I’m done.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I’m done, beloveds. No more. Blaming me. Blaming this, that and the other thing for why my life is or has turned out to be what it is. It just is. I have done the best I can/could, with what I had/have.

Be done, beloveds. Your life is your life. Change it, if you deem it needs changing. In the meantime, embrace it. Love you. Love folk and let the rest come out in the wash. You have done all you have known.

Back away from the blame game. Let it have it’s end. Mine ends now. How about yours? Asking for Your Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Recovery: God, is this the wilderness?

Me: Is THIS the wilderness?

God: Why do you ask?

Me: It’s hot. It’s dark. It’s devastated. If THIS is not the wilderness, what in the fresh what the what the IS it?

God: Life.

Me: Crap. I KNEW you were going to say that. Smh.

God: Is it important to know what THIS is?

Me: Not really. I guess. I supposed. I wish. I…sigh.

God: I know. Does this not reassure you, beloved? That I know? Can My Kknowledge be enough for both of us.

Me: I guess it will have to be. Crapola.

God: I hear you…sigh.

Me:…sigh…You know, God, it sure is nice to not know with You.

God: I feel the same. Tell me a story. Be sure to include some nice snacks.

Me: K

Beloveds, I know life can be terribly hard to look at, to go through, to figure out. Loss may have happened. May be on the horizon. May be taunting you, just know. Be encouraged. You SHALL survive it. Some kind of way. As shall I. Yea, life may hurt a bit. Yet, it is STILL good, eh? LIft up your head. There is much to see. To experience. To wonder/wander about.

Let’s get to loving on a world which does NOT deserve us. It needs love anywho. As do you. As do I.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo maddening working off of this stupid Hotspot!!!!!!!! I need my internet!…pout. Ah, another piece in the making…smh. I am certain to come up with something incrediby inspiring about allow our Hotspot to do some blasted bloody inspiring thing when I need the internet working already Godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!….whew.

Be encouraged. You can do this thing called life. So can I.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: Shaken AND stirred.

I find myself:

Shaken.

Stirred.

Scared?

Not really.

I am…

Something.

I just don’t know what this something IS, beloveds.

A new stranger has shown up. This woman, though, she is:

Hesitant?

Hesitating?

Waiting?

For what, I wonder?

For WHOM, I wonder?

I know not. I just know that she, that I, am waiting.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!

I just popped ’round to remind you that it is perfectly okay to be shaken AND stirred.

I have found myself twisting myself into pretzels performing performative art to ‘prove’ to folk I am okay so they won’t feel bad about me being in my present condition.

My heart has said to hooey with that! I have had two blasted tornadoes in my yard! I have a reason to be flipping out just now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I find myself looking for ME, beloveds. Where is she, I ask? Where AM I, I ask The Universe?

I have no idea where I am. I DO know I am safe in His Hands.

Sunday is Father’s Day. My dad long passed away. I get to fight with Father’s Day, alone, in the midst of rubble outside my door. Thanks God. Appreciate Cha!…stamps foot.

I find myself shaken.

AND stirred.

Crap.

God, what in the fresh hell do I DO with me NOW?

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s okay to not know. It’s okay to not quite be okay. It’s okay to be both shaken AND stirred, beloveds. STOP trying to ace every test. You are loved whether you receive an A or an F. Your worth is NOT in your grade. Your worth is NOT in what you have. Your worth is NOT in what you do. Your worth is in the simple fact you were born. Simple as that.

Ah, beloveds, put down the weight of expectation that you have. The expectation that you have to be perfect and serve the entirety of the world without asking for a thing for yourself. To hoooey with that lie from the very pits of hell!!

Ask for what you need. Keep reaching for love. Keep living a life of integrity. You SHALL be rewarded for being the you you were meant to be. You don’t have to be me. I don’t have to be me. We just have to…be. Let’s get on with it, shall we? Asking for A Friend.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What are you doing with your disaster?

What are you doing with your disaster?

What are you doing with your disaster? I know this is a ridiculous question. Worded that way for a reason.

I have had to ask myself the same question, when it comes to moving past this stupid tornado happening.

Some things, beloveds, can’t be dismissed. Some disasters, just won’t be ignored. They MUST be dealt with.

How?

How, God!!??

I do NOT appreciate this, God!!!

I am doing my best to be….fresh hell. I don’t KNOW how to be! Crap.

Yet, God says I must….be.

The Universe says I must…be.

Life says I must…be.

NOBODY WILL TELL ME HOW TO BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What in the world am I supposed to do with THIS me!?

THIS me is:

Angry.

Subdued.

Snappy.

Still.

Exhausted.

Frustrated.

Terrriby sad.

This me is also:

Joyful.

Hopeful.

Seeking.

Trying.

I want to tell BOTH mes to go ahead and kick rocks and leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Geeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzz!

Me: What good is THIS ME doing for the world?! Why in the fresh hell…

God: ALL of you are needed.

Me: For what? What possible good can/could THIS me do for the world when I can’t even turn my own world right side up again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God: Keep going. Asking for…

Me: I know. I know. A Friend.

God: That’s right. Everything will be okay. Okay?

Me: K.

I am trying to make lemonade, beloveds. Truly I am. It seems I have run out of sugar. Anybody have some to spare? Asking for A Friend.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: What a day I am having. Think I will break out my blue screwdriver and drive out the darkness with a song/dance. Who wants to join me?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!