A Place Called Home.

I went back my childhood roots this week. Spent some time hooking up with my sister and went around to my mum’s old place. It wasn’t the same. Mum’s been gone going on four years now and while a lot of things reminded me of her at her old stomping grounds, time has definitely moved on. The walls have been painted, the curtains have been changed. Even the garden is no longer the same.  It made me a little sad I must confess. I remembered a rhyme from my pre-school days.

What makes a home,

Is not that wall that runs between kitchen and store,

What makes a home,

is a sweet mum,

and loving dad,

living with me,

and my sisters,

and brothers.

  I think what bugged me the most was the realisation that  now that the folks are gone, our home isn’t still our home, if you get my meaning. My siblings and I all left home ages ago, busy with our own lives. Now our house  seems like just a shell of a once happy place where I lost my milk teeth and bought my first pair of jeans. Oh and buried our first pet, our dog Lucky.  Though  it served as the backdrop for many of my happy memories from yester year, I found myself wanting to sing to the house “Now you are just somewhere that I used to live… a place I used to know.”

Getting back to my place I was glad to be… home? Yes, home, in my own space with my own stuff and my own collection of music, art and all of life’s essentials. It’s my little nest and I enjoy staying there. Home then, I think it safe to call it. Home.

Our character spotlight continues and more fun is on the way so excuse my nostalgic self and check out the guys visiting with us this week.

Much Love people, Much Love.

Cassandra.

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BATTERIES RECHARGED…LIFE GOES ON

Some mornings you wake up and it seems like opening your eyes is the worst possible idea in the world. If getting up is optional that day, then that’s the cue for you to lounge back and indulge in a little bit of lazy me-time, just thinking stuff through and wondering “What if…?”

If it’s not one of those days then it’s the groan-moan-and move routine.

Luckily, this morning was one of those lazy lie-in days for me and boy did I milk it. Refused to get up and about till way past midday and even then I only went downstairs to raid the fridge in an attempt to quell the yelling of the army of hungry bears prowling around in my belly. Totally blissful, well-deserved time-out.

Huh. If only tomorrow was Friday instead of Monday. Oh well…

Have been enjoying the official soundtrack of LesMis as I lounged around in my sweats. Empty Chairs at Empty Tables seems to be my favourite, closely followed by One Day More.

“Tomorrow we’ll discover what Our God in Heaven has in store…..”

Anyway I am totally making up for it right now as I am en-route to my desk and am hopeful that the rest of the week will be productive and busy (in a good way). Hope you all have a great week as well.

Much Love people,

Cassandra.

 

 

SHOW A BIT OF CHARACTER

I’ve got characters on the brain, but in a good way.

Ever read a story and then find out that the people in the tale stay with you long after you reach the end? I do, all the time. Forget plot lines and scenic descriptions. It’s the Characters that make the stories worth reading. That keep me stuck in the pages till the very end. And the interplay between characters is what leaves readers like me wanting more.

So April’s my month for paying homage to the characters that make the stories click. Some of them will be the main protagonists; others will be from the supporting cast. All of them will be awesome, that much I can promise. To get these wondrous figments of other people’s imagination on the blog, for my entertainment and yours, I cried …and… and I begged  and I said … just kidding.

This feature presentation comes courtesy of the goodwill and cool natures of the authors and is completely free of charge. So come and meet come really interesting people…too bad they’re fictional … Or maybe that’s part of their charm.

Enjoy, Cassandra.