I want to tell the whole damn world to go to hell and take some beach towels with them!
Why?
Let me count the ways…
lol.
I WON’T do that.
Instead, I will tell the whole damn world:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am all noted out. Of Note, I am running on empty. I love yall anyway.
To my surprise, I find myself talking to you. I find myself talking to God. I find myself talking to life. Don’t ask me why. I kicked you all to the curb today. Now I find myself annoyed with me. I care too damn much not to care.
Yesterday the power went out. Due to the heat I imagine. It was hot. I had no power. The gnat0s were winning. I feel powerless. I am powerless.
One bill too many.
One gnat ⁰0too many.
One silent day too many.
I quit I said.
Let somebody else be about being about it.
I’m done giving two damns I said.
The world can kick rocks I said.
God said this too shall pass.
I know I said.
I decided to keep trying instead.
The bill always comes due.
*Cassandra leaves the check with God and keeps on keeping on.*
here barely but here still,
Cassandra
##YourLifeMattersToMe
I have written ten pieces, now eleven, since midnight.
10!
Pieces won’t stop tearing me, in pieces.
Pieces, of me, spilling out of me, everywhere.
They are coming from everywhere!!
Pouring from, my heart.
Careening from, my soul.
Gently caressing, my spirit.
Which pours them back into my heart.
Which gives them back, to my spirit.
Which restores my soul.
Which pours them from my spirit.
Which…
Ah, beloveds, pieces, my pieces, pieces of me, are being poured all over the wide world:
Through prayer.
Through thanksgiving.
Through giving thanks.
Through.
And through.
Thoroughly, both God and Life…
Are giving pieces of me.
To:
You.
Me.
Pieces which then, return back:
To God.
To Life.
To me.
Pieces which I then return back:
To God.
To Life.
To me.
To you.
Pieces of me.
I find them everywhere now.
They are everywhere!
I flavor everything with pieces of me:
My job.
My home.
My life.
My family.
My friends.
My enemies.
My community.
My world.
Liberally sprinkled.
Endlessly.
Senselessly.
Sensibly.
Ridiculously.
Lovingly.
Pieces.
Of.
Me.
Given.
Freely.
Free.
Of.
Fear.
Fearing?
Not!
Pieces.
My pieces.
MY pieces!
O, my!
I rejoice now.
I rejoice.
Now.
In:
Me.
All.
Of.
My.
Pieces.
Some pieces:
Scarred.
Broken.
Scared.
Shared.
Still.
STILL!
With:
God.
Life.
You.
Family.
Friends.
Enemies.
The world.
Pieces of me, are raining, everywhere.
They are everywhere!
Hallelujah.
Amen.
The end?
How could it be?
How can this be?
There be pieces of me…
Everywhere, I am finding…
Pieces of me.
in pieces,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: My heart just won’t stop writing. My sis calls them pieces. This pleases me as calling my writings pieces seems to give them a royal/regal status quite underserved feels like to me. How the heck can something regal/royal be pouring out of an old, decrepit, ridiculously ridiculous person called me?!…*gasp*
I tell God and Life They must have made a huge mistake trusting ME with such word fare. I make stupendously stupid fare, at times, with the fare They have entrusted me with. Just doesn’t seem quite fair, in my opinion, to keep inflicting me, my pieces, onto an unsuspecting world.
This world has NO idea how much dynamite one old, broken, free, oyster cracker can contain. You better ask somebody!
Pieces. Of me. Everywhere. Ah. Aha!
Where are your pieces? The world NEEDS your pieces. The world is starving without your pieces. Feed them. Pieces. Of. You. Begin. With. You…
Pieces!
Of Him!
They are everywhere!
HE is Everywhere!
As He gives back, pieces of me, I find that He has tucked, pieces of Him, throughout…me.
Me!
Him!
Me/Him.
Him/me.
Everywhere.
We, now, are everywhere!
Liberally sprinkled in:
My job.
My life.
Your life.
Now.
Now!
Not later.
I may not have a later.
Neither may you.
God says I am His Oyster Cracker.
Have one?
Have some?
Pieces of me?
Pieces of Him?
I dare you to sample just a tad.
We don’t bite.
Much.
His and yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I love you. He loves you. Nuff said.
I think not.
Not anymore.
I have been thinking.
All this thinking has kept me thinking.
Thinking has made me afraid to think of much else besides what others think:
Of me.
Of my future.
Of my potential.
Of my style.
Of my worth.
Of all that I have never had, been or seen.
I think that I am done thinking of what others think of me because of what others have thunk think about them.
Think that it’s about time to be thinking of ridiculously long without commas or two many comma run on sentences.
I think these sentences are mine.
In thinking about what I think. And, not thinking about what others think, makes me to think, I think I may just have discovered a new way of thinking.
MY way.
Will thinking this way please most?
I think not.
Think I care?
I think not.
Not much, I am thinking.
I think.
I THINK!
Ah.
Aha!
thinking,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Too many folks are worrying what everyone in the wide world thinks except them!
Foolhardy, don’t you think?
Launch out.
Tonight, as I prayed and lamented to God that what I was trying and doing appears to continually bear both fruit, I asked God what was I doing wrong?
His answer: God is simply wanting to be. With us. For us. ALL He longs for is US. You. Me. How we are. A mess. Fixed up. New. Old. Broken. Healed. Whole. Half. God doesn’t care. He just loves. Period.
I was telling my zombie my blog is me. I am my blog. It is enough. For now. For, now is all I have.
All I want to do and shall do for the rest of my days is to encourage folk and let them know they are loved and not alone until I take my last breath.
When shall that be? Only God knows and He’s not telling. Be encouraged.
My hands tire, beloveds. Pray God open doors soon. I weary, not worry, just a bit. Give up on me? On my dreams coming true tomorrow?
I think not.
I don’t have to win to win. I don’t have to be the one to cross the finish line first to have won.
I don’t need to be the one to hold up the trophy but I still would have won the prize. I don’t need to have a cheering crowd to let me know that I have succeeded.
My try is my 🏆 prize. My effort is my trophy. My sweat and my tears are my diamonds and my rubies.
I don’t have to wait for the acknowledgment of others. I don’t have to win to win. I just have to try. Simple as that.
My try is enough. I am enough. As are you. Begin. Enjoy every step of the journey. If none go with you, go alone.
Ready.
Set.
Let’s go!
going with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You don’t need an adoring crowd as proof you have made it. It be proud of how far you have already come. Embrace the hardness of the journey. It is a building a beautiful, better you. You can. You will. You are loved. You are not alone. Keep on being you. I love me some you.
I love to sing love songs to Jesus. Truth be told I’m not very good at it. About all I can muster is a joyful noise, as church folk call it. I don’t think Jesus minds.⁰⁰
While singing, I have my favorite blue screwdriver. You can’t tell me nothing when I have my blue screwdriver, in hand.
I am at Carnegie Hall.
I am on Broadway.
I AM broadway!!
To the world, I just look like a little old lady, singing with a stupid blue screw driver.
To me, to Him, I am presenting a world class piece. MY piece. MY shaky voice. MY boundless enthusiasm. MY endless love for Him.
This is enough. For him. For me.
Life is short. Sing. Badly. Sing. Gladly. Let your song be enough. Your song is enough. As are you.
Keep going. Keep on being you.
Fear not. Take fear with you if you have to.
Be encouraged.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Yikes!
Egads!
*Cassandra turns around wondering what the what the Yikes! and Egads! were frantically gesturing at*
Oh, okay. Thanks yall.
Opps.
Scuze me. Realized I was just about to send the WRONG information, to the RIGHT place, because I was in the WRONG place, thus pulling up the WRONG information. After correcting said mistake, I got the RIGHT information, to the RIGHT place, thus RIGHTing a near WRONG simply because of knowing WHERE I was.
Whew.
Part of my efforts, to use time in as efficient a manner as possible, is knowing where I am, throughout my day.
I make sure to keep my mind acting right, by keeping it hydrated and fueled.
I make sure to keep my spirit right, by keeping it hydrated and fueled by spending some quality time with God and Life to keep my spirits lifted and restored/revived as needed. I also check on THEM, letting Them know I care about our relationship and not their to get a gumball or ring from the gimme gimme machine.
I make sure to keep my heart right, by getting in my me time and reminding myself to cut Ms. C some slack as she IS trying, for heaven’s sake.
I make sure to keep the folks I love and yak with, on the regular, acting right, by reaching out to them to make sure they are okay and let them know if I am in need of a shoulder, hug, or boot to the rear. Trust me, beloveds, I am in need of all, on the regular please and thank you very much(I suspect you need these as well, eh? Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Can’t be messing up your pristine and perfect image, eh?).
Reflecting on my near work mishap has me pondering life and how we can miss out simply by rushing forward and not recognizing, realizing or understanding WHERE we are.
Are we:
Tired.
Bored.
Frustrated.
Annoyed.
Lonely.
Reflective.
Resistant.
Resistive.
Receptive.
Open.
Closed.
Willing.
We can be a million things or one thing, all at once. It’s important to know where your feels are so you can either tell your feels to get a grip or allow them to process so you can keep your life moving, in the RIGHT direction. Based upon, RIGHT information, not WRONG information, based upon your feels.
Once you have the right mindset to process things, in your right mind, you will know if you are to turn right, left, or stand still. Right, peeps?….hahahahahahaha!
Once you are walking, in your right mind, you can more freely determine what to do with and in your time. Remembering, some things take time. Cut yourself some slack and let yourself grow or slow, as needed.
You got this, beloveds.
Finally, understand we shall ever be works, in progress. None of us, shall ever be finished products. Thank goodness!
Don’t get so used to fighting battles that you think life is nothing but an endless battle. Life is many things all at once. Enjoy it. Enjoy YOU. If others, don’t recognize the wonderfulness of them, that’s THEIR work and preference. Different books for different readers.
As always, I love you. I pray for you. I fight for you. I root you on. I commiserate with you. I cry with you. I walk alongside you. Do the same for me, would you please and thanks.
Ah, beloveds, life is so very much worth living.
Love life. Love some you.
*hugs self*
I love you, Jesus.
I love You, Life.
I love You, Father, with ALL my heart, mind, soul and spirit.
I love you, Britta, and am thinking of the two moms.
I love you, cfoster. I pray for you, on the daily. God says He loves Him some you.
I love you, Sebastian, cuz you sneak me a like, every now and again.
I love you, recent likers. You know who you are.
Hmm….I am in love with the wide world, tonight.
I love you, wombie, even when autocorrect calls you zombie. Opps and scuze me. 😉
gving my all,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Why do you:
Love, him?
Like, her?
Live, there?
Work, there?
Care?
Could care less?
Why do you:
Do, what you do?
Don’t do, what you don’t do?
Why do you;
Dare?
Dare not?
Why do you:
Speak up?
Shut up?
Shut down?
Why do you:
Go there?
Stay there?
Wish you were never there?
Why do you:
Share?
Hoard?
Why do you:
Keep this?
Toss that?
Why do you?
Who do you want to do you with?
Who would you:
Kick to the curb?
Love the rest of your life?
Questions.
Questions.
Why do you:
Ask no questions?
Ask so many questions?
Asking for a Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s imperative to know your whys. Why? Great question! Keep asking…
I have heard it said that we teach people how to treat us.
The older I get, the older this saying rings true.
I enjoying sharing the things I have learned through heart aches, heart breaks or from being hard headed. No matter, I love sharing to try and save folks some of the aforementioned.
Lately, I find I have been writing pieces. Then, I will go about sharing them with this person and that to save THEM some time. Or, for some who don’t like to accept cookies or for this reason or that one. All, however, for the convenience, of others.
More and more, it is taking more and more of MY time. Today, I made up my mind it was my LAST time sharing my wordpress posts to folks texts and emails. Drat it all, go to the blasted website or sign up, using your email so you can receive the messages every day, already! Ack.
Scuze me. Didn’t realize how frustrated I was becoming redundanting myself so others can conveniently eat my oyster cracker at their leisure. The heck with all that!
Sign up for the emails!
Accept the blasted cookies so you can sign up for the emails!
Take a bit of time and get to know ME, through my blog, as my blog IS me and stop asking how I am doing. You can find out on the daily if youu want!!!!
Ack!
Okay, so I have to blame myself as I am the doofus who have made things super convenient and ‘easier’ for folks to want to spend time with me, in written form.
The reason I mention this, beloveds, is I am saddened to see how so many people shrink themselves into the boxes of others, in order for folks to ‘love them’ or find them in a small enough quantity to be consumed.
Fresh hell.
Enjoy me, in ALL my forms, or take two seats. If you love me, you will love ALL of me. And, now, you do NOT have to read every piece. How about one or two every now and again? How about putting up with my mad/sad/frustrated/troubled and not just scoop up all of my love, joy, peace, encouragement and the like?
Yes, I love loving you. Yet, I also need and desire to be loved, in return. I deserve to have my heart heard. As do you, beloveds.
It is high past time that we hold ourselves accountable to making sure our heart, our dreams, our voices are heard, respected and protected.
Enough, already, with the absolute LIE that we ought do this life alone, struggling and too much of a burden to be born.
Kick rocks on THAT!
I have much to give. As, beloveds, do you. Offer your love but also ensure folk enjoy you as you are. If they can’t/won’t accept you as you are, not as they think you should be, take your cookies and serve them to folks who would gladly enjoy you and ALL you are.
glad to be me,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You don’t have to keep paying rent, on this earth. You do NOT have to spend one more second trying to buy folk affection. There are enough of us out there who will love you for the rest of your days. Speaking of which:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
I love you.
Keep on being…YOU!
