Category: Song

Note to That Girl

Dear Younger Me Baby girlDon’t pray away the processingEmbrace the refiner’s fireStay on the Potter’s wheelIt is a temporary painDance in the rainLet the drops bathe over your soulLight a candlerather than curse the darkDevelop a taste for both bitter and sweetAppreciate the prickly thingsThey too have streaks of beautyRise to the occasionChallenge your fearsJump […]

Note to That Girl

Came across this just now. Much needed. Beautiful!

Isn’t it wonderful, beloveds, how a word, given at just the right moment, can heal the soul?

Retraining has been tough. I have spent the ENTIRE week feeling like a non essential idiot. In fact, I have never felt soooooooo inconsequential lately.

Then, a few folk began to poke their way into my comments and ♥ heart. 🥰. I am moved.

moved,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Be kind: Raised voices.

I found myself raising my voice with four different siblings. For, four different reason. For, four unacceptable reasons.

I issued four different apologies.

I come from a large family. 13 brothers and sisters. Wow, mom and dad you all had a whole lot of kids! When I asked dad why the world he had sooooooooo many chillun, he said:

The radio did not work and the television was broken.

😳

🤣😂😉🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️🥰❤

Being in such a large family, in order to be heard, we found ourselves shouting over one another. At time, we talk over one another, still.

I have been working to correct this, in me. I am doing MY work. I no longer use the excuse of this is how we were raised.

We all grow. Leastwise, I am doing my best to grow and love the best way I know how.

I no longer choose to participate in a dialogue where I have to raise my voice, to be heard.

The second, the very instant, you raise your voice, the temperature gets raised. I don’t want to speak to a tender heart, in the heat of anger. I want to calm down, THEN calmly have my say. Yes, I can still speak passionately. Yet, with no malice, intended, or otherwise.

I am about to step on a few toes. I apologize, in advance. Bandaid for boo boos, will follow:

Men use their voices, to intimidate. Yall do men. Because yall have been taught you can have your way over women and children, by raising your voice.

Women, in times past, when they hear a man, raise his voice, often back off and out of the conversation or situations.

Why?

Because, sadly, physical/emotional/sexual abuse often followed. And, even if it didn’t, just the hint is/was enough to silence a woman, a child.

Yet, those silent women and children, were/are simmering, with silent anger of their own.

When women try to point this out, to a man, he immediately becomes defensive and either hollers louder or mansplains himself. Either way, both sides lose out.

That said, women have been dismissed and dismissing their own needs, in need to protect men, they are seething with hidden anger and are taking hidden anger out on their bodies through food, sex with married men, sex with no men, sex as distraction, sex as a weapon, dropping the ball of motherhood to party cuz they have raised them kids alone and all manner of things.

As a society, men and women are each raising his/her voice to the other side with no side hearing the side speaking.

I say all that to say this: Hurt people, hurt people. I no longer choose to inadvertently or purposely hurt another soul because of how I was raised or how I was treated or how this or how that.

How about we, each of us, choose to raise our voices, in unity, in love, in solidarity, in integrity, in truth, in joy, in laughter, in as many ways as we possibly can to defuse anger and deal with the deep hurt, pain and wounds we have and hold inside our hearts?

As for me and mine:

I love you.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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Note: I find, as I write these words, tears are streaming down my face. Ah. Aha!

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Why?!: God taught me how to make ice.

Me: Dear God! It’s sooooooooo 🔥 hot! 🥵

God: You rang?

Me: It’s hot!

God: Make some ice.

Me: Tell The Universe to turn down the temperature.

God: K. Be right back.

Me: K.

God: The Universe 🌌 said to tell you to make some ice.

Me: Tell The Universe to kick some of the rocks He made.😡

God: Make some ice.

Me: What good will THAT do me?! It’s 100 degrees outside and hotter than that in here?

God: Ask Life.

Me: Why in thhhhhhhhheeeee hell are You 🍳 frying my brain this way?! Why do I need to make ice!!?…*stamps foot*🤯😵‍💫🥵😭😡

Life: Great question! Keep asking. In the meantime…make ❄ ice.

It’s Spring. Again. Wow! It’s amazing how fast time flies.

Just last year I gasped my way through the Spring and Summer. Whew! It had never been so hot for such an extended period of time.

I didn’t think I could survive it. God taught me how to live AND thrive within it! Who knew? God did.

Life often tosses us in challenges we have no idea we can or will survive in. God knows. Trust. Believe. Make ice!

I have learned so much during these last tough years. I wish I had mom to call up and tell her all the ridiculous and wonderful lessons I have been forced to endure and thrive in!

Ah, mom. I’m still here. I’m still trying. It’s still 🔥 hot!

Ah, God. Why do You keep taking me through this hard way? It’s hot. I’m tired. Whew!

Keep making ice, beloveds. The Universe will teach you endless ways to make ❄ ice. You shall learn new ways to do this and that. Your faith will expand. Your lungs will burst from 😂 laughter.

Be encouraged. In case no one has told you: I love you.

making ice,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Okay, you supposed to be out there doing thangs and making ice…lol

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Tell lazy to get to stepping!

I did NOT want to get up early.

No way. No how. Not this sista! Ha!

I made myself get up 45 minutes earlier than the early I was getting up for.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Now, I am happily eyeing the scrambled eggs and golden tater rounds just teasing me to hurry on up.

It’s important, beloveds, to tell lazy to get to stepping when lazy wants to keep you lazy.

Keep on being good to YOU and your dreams. No one else will take you seriously if even YOU won’t and don’t.

I used to read Britta’s daily blog with such admiration and would feel sooooooooooooo badly as I could not see how the world she manages to post EVERY day. I wanted to. I told myself I would. I didn’t.

One day, after reading her daily, I determined I was, at the very least, going to TRY. Just, try.

One day, turned into two. Two days, turned into three. Until, I honestly can’t remember the last day I did NOT write. Who knew?!

Keep at it, beloveds. Whatever your goal is. Don’t give a thought about the results. The results will be whatever they turn out to be.

I am learning, I have learned, embracing and dealing with the outcome, without anger/disappointment/discouragement has slowly been turning the tide.

I don’t know what the rest of my life has in store for me. I don’t know how many days I have left. That said, I KNOW I shall spend the rest of my days giving my try the best try I can. Results be what they shall be.

Huh? Oh, okay!

That’s it, beloveds. Coffee is hollering for me to hurry. She is getting cold waiting on me. Care to join me?

Asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let lazy run your show. Get your try in. Look out for someone would you please? There is a whole world of discouraged folk. Send a joke, smile, shoulder someone’s way. They could use it. I could use it, if truth be told.

EVERY day, I have wanted to give up. EVERY single one of them. The disappointments have been sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo disappointing. Enough already! Show me how already! Or, show me the door!…*pout*….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Heart check Sunday.

How’s your heart?

Have you found some time just for you?

If not, why not?

If so, good on you.

Be at peace this day.

Don’t fret about tomorrow.

Enjoy Monday.

Monday has some delightful things in store for you. You just have to be open to the moments The Universe has planted in your moments.

Be encouraged.

Be sure to climb upon The Father’s Lap and have a good yak. If you say you don’t know how, try it. Your heart knows exactly what I mean….. 🙂

Take care of yourself, would you please? Tell yourself an especially corny joke.

Take a walk. Tell fear to take a hike!…..hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Look out for someone. Someone is in need of an encouraging word. I could use one or two myself.

Okay, so a cup of coffee is waiting for me. Tell Craig I left out some Special K. Tell Maggie to load the dishwasher on her way out….

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is good. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.

P.S. I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

The more you try, the more He shows.

How wonderful is that?!

I have just discovered a new way of preparing pieces which will save me boatloads of time!

How great is that?!

I have been praying and pondering on what I can do to find more time so I can write and learn and grow MY dreams.

I have NO idea where I am going. I just know I can trust He who guides me.

I don’t have to worry about the darkness. I am not alone.

I don’t have to worry about the battle. I am loved.

I don’t have to worry…

Ah.

Aha!

All I have to do is try.

He will show me the way.

How great is that?!

Keep trying.

Don’t worry.

Be encouraged.

Rinse.

Repeat.

being about it with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Nuff said. Keep trying. Oh, yea, in case no one has told you today: I love you. Love someone. Starting with you. Lift up your heads, beloveds. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are not a mistake. You shall mess up on the daily. So what? Keep going. I go with you. He goes with us all.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God, I’m afraid.

Me: I’m afraid.

God: I know. Don’t be. I got you.

Me: I’m afraid of letting You down. I’m afraid of letting ME down.

God: I know. Don’t be. I see you.

Me: I’m afraid I’ll never realize my dreams.

God: I know. Don’t be. I’m with you.

Me: I’m afraid my ending will be disappointing.

God: I know. Don’t be. Just be.

Me: K.

*Cassandra slips down from The Father’s Lap and continues through/to an uncertain future*

wondering and a bit afraid,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:❤️‍🩹

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Mismatched sheets(dreams). So what?!

I could scream. I could cry.

Why?

I just completed a long and winding eloquently inspiring piece about mismatched sheets. Piece complete, I selected to say the words and all I find was a blank page! Crap!!

I can’t re-create the feelings and words the second time. Inspiration comes and goes. You must catch it when you can catch it. Now, I have to make a new piece. Now, I have to make new words.

Mismatched.

Ah

Aha!

Life can and will teach us many lessons if we are willing to listen/learn.

I could have gotten angry and try to reproduce the words I had initially written. I did not waste the energy. I decided to go with the new inspiration presented itself to me now. Perhaps, this was the whole purpose of the piece!

The Universe has something to say. To me. For me. I started out try8ing to inspire, to encourage you. I find The Universe wanted to teach ME a lesson. I am inspired.

Instead of transfer. sometimes, we cancel things out of our lives without realizing it. Then, we fuss and complain about what happened.

I am learning to embrace whatever happens. The intentional. The accidental. The known. The unknown. All things work together for my good.

What was I going to say about the mismatch sheets you ask? Ah, a story for another day. I hear a cup of coffee calling. Want some?

Speaking of sheets, I have to finish the laundry.

Inspired by accident,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t fret when life gets all lifery and changes up your plans. As long as the sheets are clean who cares what color they are, eh?…lol.

I don’t know who else is as ridiculous as me. My greatest dream is to help others reach THEIR dreams. How dumb is that? I pray you reach your dreams, beloveds. If you can help me reach mine, let me know. Asking for A Friend.

In case you have not yet heard today: I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Geeezzz! I don’t know if I can REALLY do it.

God: You called?

Me: Oh, sorry.

God: What’s wrong.

Me: I don’t know if I can REALLY do it.

God: Do what?

Me: This. Me. You know. THIS!…*Cassandra gestures in the direction of her unfulfilled dreams*

God: Oh. That.

Me: Yes. THAT. Geeeez.

Jesus: You called?

Me: No…*sigh*

He: What, pray tell, is the matter?

Me: I don’t know if I can do it, Lord. Not really. Not by myself.

He: ARE you alone? Really?!

Me: Not really.

He: Well Geeeeeeez. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Me: My bad. I sowwy.

He: Remember. I am The Vine. You are the branch. Meaning, it’s MY job to produce/grow the 🍇 grapes. It’s your job to be available to pass out the wine. True?

Me: True that. I shall try. Thanks Dad. Thanks Jesus.

God: NO problem.

Jesus: You are not the problem. Ye of tiny faith. Believe. In Me. In you. In US.

Me: K.

trying I think,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, God. Why You keep bothering me about these stupid dreams?!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

There is greatness within you God said to me.

There is greatness within you God said to me.

He has been telling me this for the past 55 years. I find it hard, at times, to believe Him. I have been finding it harder, still, to believe in ME.

Every since mom passed Christmas Morning 2016, I have been hunting down my confidence. She took it with her. I think. I know it left when SHE left. I don’t know why.

To this day, I have to fight to reassure myself I CAN.

I don’t know if you, beloveds, struggle with keeping your act right after a terribly awful loss. Loss is tough. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo very hard to get over. To move past. To move on.

We must. Crap!

I promised mom I would live my best life.

Today was a good day. I made many folk laugh. I only screwed up about ten times…..hahahahaha!!

I made the perfect cup of coffee.

I had goofy conversations with my twin and my big brother.

I talked briefly with a friend. I was able, I think, to help another friend.

Ah, life is good. Even when it is hard.

I was able to help someone receive something desperately needed. I prayed and asked God to come through for MY own desperate need. Until He does, I shall keep doing what I can to encourage others.

To keep it a buck, like my friend says, I am going to keep on encouraging folk if I never see my dreams come to life to the extent I wish them to.

There is no greater joy than encouraging folk. Not to me.

I wish, beloveds, I could erase your every pain. I wish, soooooooooo do I wish, beloveds, I could meet your every need. I can’t. All I can do, all I DO do, is take your needs before The Father.

I even take the needs for those who don’t believe in or care for God. I don’t blame them. So very much hurt has been done by folk, in the name of God. Makes me sad. It hurts my soul how folks treat one another.

I was talking to my big bro and told him all I can do is to be the best me I can. At least, I am trying to be one who is a light. I can’t speak for all those who choose to live in and promote darkness. All I can do, all I shall do is pray for every soul and keep on keeping on.

I love you, beloveds. I thank you for spending whatever time you do here. I appreciate every like. I joy over every heart lightened if only by a smidge by something ridiculous I have done.

I don’t know how, yet, or if I shall ever find the way to monetize my gifts so I can do all the things I want to do. If I never find the way, I shall keep doing what I can.

Ah, beloveds, I dream of the day where I can be deliciously ridiculous ALL day. It hurts my heart when I have to stop writing/praying/cutting up as I have to go to bed to start work again.

I’m trying to reconcile a world where my joy keeps me worldly penniless whilst bringing me tremendous blessings eternally. Ah, God, why You keep paying with my dreams? Where are YOU?

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, God. Where you at???

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!