Category: walking

Tripping over sad.

I’m glad I took today off.

I keep tripping over sad. Normally, I would be here encouraging folk.

Hhm, I appear to be in here encouraging folk!

Ah.

Aha!

Be encouraged, beloveds. There is nothing wrong with tripping over sad when receiving tough news.

I shall sit with sad and shall see what she shall reveal to me.

Have a wonderful weekend. Life is good. Even when sad comes around.

wondering when this storm shall pass,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

We are all draft 📂 folders.🥰

🥰😂🤗

God told me, last night, I was like a draft folder!😂🥰

I have hundreds of pieces, all in various forms of undress, filling up my draft folder.

Some pieces have been marinating, for months. Other pieces, just a few days. Still others only wind up there momentarily.

Why? Beats me. Somethings just seem to want to root around and marinate in my life and heart.

Other stuff wants to regurgitate and be spewed out immediately. Okay, that was a bit of gross imagery.😳🤣. Geeez!

Anywho, our lives are like a draft 📂 folder because there are things we learn immediately. Other things take aeons to learn.  Still other things may take a life time to learn.

In the meantime, beloveds, we keep those things, in our hearts. Ruminating. Growing. Resolving. Learning.

The trick is understanding it’s okay to have various parts of us in various parts of undress!🤣🥰

Take heart, beloveds. Now, you can relax! You don’t have to be a finished product! Yaya! How great to know is that?!

The book of your life is ever being written. By you. By, God. By, Life. By, The Universe. By, so many things.

The awesome thing is you have an eraser on your pencil! You don’t HAVE TO use a pen.

Draw! Scribble! 📝 Write within the lines. Shade outside them. This is YOUR life, beloveds. This is YOUR draft 📂 folder.

Your draft was not meant to be mine!

Ah.

Aha!

I feel a piece calling me. How about you?

asking for a friend,


Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Enjoy your life. ALL of it. The boring parts. The frustrating parts. The annoying parts.

In case no one has told you yet: I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Loving in the darkness.

Ah!

*hugs self*

Huh?

Get your mind out of the gutter, beloveds…Smh.

I was simply mooning, quietly, to some rollicking praise music, in the darkness.

Yall have NO idea how much it means, to be able to swoon and sway, in the darkness, WITHOUT fear.

Ah!

You have no idea, what it feels like, to be able to rest, in PEACE, in the darkness, if your life had been turned, upside down, in the darkness.

For some, trauma happened in the darkness. The darkness contained many monsters.

For me, the darkness contained foes a child not ought to have had to fight. Said child turned into a women deathly afraid of the dark.

Time heals. IF we allow it. I did. I healed. I grew.

Now, I enjoy the darkness. I yak, endlessly, to and with God. In the darkness. I know I am not alone.

Now, I am as comfortable, in the darkness as I am in the daytime.

I say this for those who believe they will never see the sun. You will.

I say this for those who think they will never heal.  You will.

I say this for those who wonder if their sleep will ever be sweet. It shall be!

Ah, beloveds. It feels sooooooooooooo darned good to be able to love in the darkness. Again.

I don’t know who these words are for. I know they are meant for somebody.

Be encouraged. I started this piece aeons ago. Life, however, got in the way and I had to leave it. Until today. For someone.

I pray God comfort every heart in need of mending.❤️‍🩹

Take care of yourselves, beloveds.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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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Relentless: Forward momentum.

I am not strong.

I am relentless.

I walk.

I run.

I pursue my dreams, relentlessly.

I press forward, towards the high calling.

Of, that, of He, of What, of Who calls me.

I know that as I move, They also move, with and for me.

Forward.

I move.

Not counting steps.

Not worrying about time.

Enjoying EVERY precious, priceless, pause in the receiving and experiencing of my dreams.

I am not strong.

Yet, I am relentless.

I shall never give up on me.

I shall never give up in my dreams.

I pursue.

Relentlessly.

I press on.

I move forward.

I strive.

I strain.

I am not strong.

I am relentless.

Give me my bounty!

Give it here!

The ONLY thing that shall keep me from pursuing is…..NOTHING!

I am not strong.

I am relentless.

Ah, God. Help me make my dreams come true!

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Breakfast🥣: Self-care.

Self!

Care!

Back away from the chocolate donuts, Cassandra!

That’s what I told myself as stressful circumstances, stressed, er, stretched me to the point I wanted to stress my way to some chocolate donut eating old ways.

I’m currently getting my act right to act right. I have done more comfort eating then I care to admit.

Last week, I got back to getting up early and preparing breakfast.

Good habits take over when we give them room to. At first, it was tough getting up early again.

I used to get up two hours early. I had to. I liked to arrive to work an hour early. I enjoyed a bit of chillaxing before getting into the work day.

Since working from home, I eventually allowed lazy into talking me out of my one hour chillaxing time.

Wonder of wonders, this led to a bit of the grumps as I gave myself more sleep and less me time. Which just made me tired and grumpy.

I had forgotten how much fun it is to slurp endlessly on ☕ coffee and yakking with God until it’s time to be about being about it.

So much so, beloveds, I have found myself doing so on my days off. I have popped out of bed, even earlier!

Slurping ☕ coffee.

Yakking with God.

Yakking with you.

Today is my day off. Yet, I beat the sun up this morning. What shall I do with this day?

I hear a good nap calling.🥰🤗😂

Take care of yourselves, beloveds. You only have one you. Get up and make 🥣 breakfast. Restart your good habits. Dust off old dreams. Get on out there and live. Asking for A Friend.

doing thangs with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Breathe.

I am getting training from the training which was just not enough training!

Geeeezzzzz!

Friday, I was ready to cry. I felt soooooooooooo stupid!

At 55, my brain wants to know what in the name of all that is holy is it being forced to stretch this way?!!!!

I told myself to take a breath.

Breathe, I said!

I took a breath.

I felt better.

Okay, I didn’t feel better. But, I didn’t quit either. There is that.

It will get easier. As I learn. As I work. As I ALLOW myself to stay in this uncomfortable place and space.

Too many folk walk away from the uncomfortable places and spaces. They don’t understand their miracles and dreams are living in those uncomfortable places and spaces.

It takes a ton of prayer, try, faith, laughter, resilience and a billion other things to remain in the uncomfortable places and spaces.

Hang in there, beloveds. Breathe! Then, remain in the uncomfortable places and spaces until you learn and grow your way out of them.

Let’s go! We got thangs to do.

doing thangs,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:⚒️💯💪🚪🏆🙏🥰😳🤗🤗📣🥇

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What doesn’t kill you STILL hurts.

Ow!

OW!!

Crackers!!!

*stamps foot*

Scuze me, beloveds. You have caught me in the midst of a mini tantrum.

Work is, and has been especially difficult/challenging/busy/maddening.

So much so I want to run away from home. Gas is much too costly so there’s that…*pout*.

I feel Ike a:

Moron.

Idiot.

Dumbsky.

I am learning a completely new area and having to work whilst learning. NOT an easy task. To have to work AND learn.

Life is just like that: Living AND learning. It would be fantastic, wouldn’t it, if we could have a bit of practice time. THEN get to live. How great would it be to have some cherished life stored in a vault for us. Waiting for us to grow enough to cash it out and live fully.

Alas, beloveds, we just have to, at times live this life feeling like a big idiot.❤️‍🩹🤣🤷‍♀️😂

Even though this time has been painful, it has also been:

Fun.

Enlightening.

Delightful.

Whoever said ‘What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger’ needs a nice boot to the rear, in my opinion. Ow!

Keep going.

You CAN.

You WILL.

going with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Whew! Ow! ❤️‍🩹⚒️💯😳🙏🚪💪🚪🏆☕️🤣🤷‍♀️

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!