Twenty-four hours

“If everything is dipped in gold then baby it never growwwww”…Jhene’ is once again speaking to my soulful endeavors.

Days turn to weeks and life moves on.

Minutes on the clock tower chime in through accurate occurrences.

24 hours in a day. Just 24. 

Just enough.

To be better, more efficient, top of the line. 

What line?

The line to heavenly places no doubt…..sure. 

I’ll see you there then, hell it’s a date with destiny then…..😉

                                                      ✨

Let today be magical and kiss 💋the sky with your thoughts.

  

C. L Cunningham 

Wishing you all a safe All Hallows’ Eve 🎃
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Static noise

Music sometimes cleanses my static noise. Blows the dust off the cobwebs and renews my surroundings. Endless lullabies of voices I don’t know but share their visions.

  
Their version of their lives.
I think of time that needs to pass by. 

Tic tic tic away the minutes that I can’t spend my way. 

Doesn’t matter as long as my headphones play tunes of love.

Soft vibez of what’s to be imagined.

Of what’s next. Of what’s after.

  
I’m were life has put me. 

Where I put myself. 

Where you are.

C. L Cunningham 

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Delicate 

 

Fluttering of thoughts and emotions lead to this. This part of my life where this version is better than the latter. Yet the same. Pain. Make believable standards of becoming me.

There’s days of expectation leading to grins and sins uncovered. Bet. The price paid against. Like a loan. A life loan. If that’s understandable…

Cosmic thoughts and time warped into memory.

Thoughts of him. Naked.

Goodness me. We?

Maybe?

Definitely……

Monday is another day of going in a direction unknowning of an outcome.

Nevertheless I go anyway. 

List of to do’s ….again. 

Hopefully it all gets checked and leads to a blessing from my dreams.✨

C.L Cunningham 

Sending you all love and light🌞

Namaste 

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Gallivanting

The fresh start of a new day is upon us. The weather has decided to do what it likes. Hot cold ,cold hot. Cleverly changing it’s mind with each coming morning.

A bit like myself I must say. 

Changing growing exploring all that life has to offer. 

  
Decided that I needed to see the different sides of LA. My plan is to see as much of California as possible. I really enjoy sightseeing around downtown. There’s so much creativity everywhere.

  
I walked through a beautiful festival. The women were wearing traditional headdresses and flared gowns.

I walked passed landmarks. I visited shops and markets. I watched the bmx bikers do tricks and flips of shear skill.

  
All in all it was a great visit to learn more and become one with my new surroundings.

It’s still the weekend so take a day and go sightseeing.

C.L Cunningham 

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Live and love lies between two avenues

When I hear my thoughts on  replay in my mind. I think did I do that right? Did I express that right? Did I interprete that correctly? Instantly. I search for answers.

There’s time when I laugh a little too laugh inside. Where I’m a little too naughty with the things that I want or need. A little too angry. A little too sarcastic. All around too much. F*ck it. So. They’re my thoughts. Who cares but me!

Right?

  
To my surprise I realize that there’s more too it than that.

After I ponder things and breakdown my real reaction to a situation. Life becomes clearer. My map of Kandee’s ultimate journeys takes my mental navigation and away I go. To find my namaste. My gentle cosciousness.

Yes there’s days were I take no mess.

Yes there’s days when the stress of it makes me retreat into my inner shell 🐚 .

  
Fade away to multiverses bigger than my own.

It feels good to place my life into universal hands and learn along the way. I’m not always right. I’m not always wrong. Sometimes I’m wrong and it ends right. Sometimes I’m right and it ends wrong. That’s life as it was meant to be lived. 

C.L Cunningham 

Enjoying the night 

Sending you all peace and serenity ✨💨

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Morning cup of Zen

Today is a sunshine day waiting to happen.

I looked into the horizon and seen how the colors blended together as a contoured mix of orange and mango. Touching the blue background of perfection.

It always makes me want to combine my soul with the creator. Touch the universe at its peak and praise with arms stretched on high for all to see.


C.L Cunningham

Sending everyone happy Friday Thoughts 🌞🌻🌈

Namaste

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At last

The most unforgettable feeling I’ve ever felt has been with you.

Letting music become my medicine. My ailments are deeper than a scalpel can reach. Unless I want to surgically remove my heart and place where my brain used to be.

Nah. Fudge that.

  
The improbable probability of life immortality is basic at most.

Enteral damnation. The cost to be the boss. Knowing better doing better. Reaching higher. Allowing more bs than I have ever encountered on my own. Would have skipped this part. Fo sho.

  
Acquiring more looks. Feeling less important. Less impressed with the impracticable reason to be impressed or important. Why ask why. More doing less saying. More saying less doing. Don’t matter anymore.

This life is free. Wake up breathe. Aww. You made it. 

At last the tables have turned back around and there you are in the mist of the crowd. Are the eyes on me? Are the eyes watching me because I’m watching you?

At the touch of my finger tips you are there with a swipe. But still far beyond my intellectual love, my passionate kiss, and my bleeding heart.

C. L Cunningham 

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Oh boyyyyyyyyyy

Alarm goes off on time. ✔️

Wake up kids to get to school.✔️

Have uncomfortable conversation with my ex over kid. ✔️

Look for signs of boo thang (aka trollin)✔️ 

 
After all those check marks were ✔️. I drifted off into a sweet ass daydream. Me on the beach holding the hand of a faceless man and feeling comforted.

Days constantly change my views on my life. 

One way or another there’s something that has to be done.

Some box that I have to check off. A task to complete. An emotional situation that has to be addressed. A need that has to be supplied for.

Sad to say that most days I feel completely alone.

Like the odd ball out looking into the window of a world that I strangely sit in. 

 
Today is like many others. 
Another chance to be extremely grounded in the moment.

To search for the beauty inside myself and still come out of my gray cloud  mood with grace.

I’m going to put a smile on my face and enjoy the day. No matter how it turns out.

C.L Cunningham 

Sending you a rainbow 🌈 

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6:26am

Avoidance is a nifty tool.

Ignoring something at an alarming rate.

The pros and cons are probably endless but I’m avoiding those too.

  
Feeling down sneaks up like a clumsy burglar trying to get goodies from an empty house. Goes away as fast as it appears.

  
It becomes up to me to redirect my mind. 

To pick thoughts that empower my positivity.

Thoughts that bring me back to my center and lift me up.

Mediation and yoga helps me regain a sense of self. Brings me calm and peace even on days that things have gone haywire. 

If relief is as easy as stretching and letting my mind find it’s own off button. Then I’m totally in!

C. L Cunningham 

Here’s a yoga link for anyone who wants to try it🌞🌻🦋🌈

Namaste

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