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I love it!

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Driving from state to state has to be one of the worst ideas I’ve come up with. I’m sure for other people road trips sound fun. I’m usually one of those people, but baby. Let me tell you when I say I wasn’t ready for what I thought was gonna happen….I’m understating it.

Day one it’s snowing. I mean a whole snow storm. I decide that we’re going anyway. I’m grateful that didn’t stop me right off the back. I go to the rental place and they don’t have a car for us. So they upgraded me to my dream car. Oh yes, it’s a mustang!!!!!

  
I make a promise to stop complaining. 

Til I met the mountain top that almost took out every good nerve that I had left. 

I’m afraid of heights yet I love to be high. Go figure. 

Turns out that you can drive the mountains and survive. I’m independent enough to drive over 1000 miles in 30 hrs. And yes oh yes I am strong enough to succeed when I set goals that test all my boundaries. 

I can make a trip to handle business fun and see the sights. 

  
I love that I pushed through when my anxiety told me to turn back. I’m thankful for the blessings of calm in my journeys. 

It’s Wednesday everyone and I hope yours as beautiful as mine. 

  

C. L Cunningham 

Sending you love and light 

This little light inside 

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Read through the different ways to succeed in writing. From promoting to socializing. From telling your friends and family to support you to get out and sell the books from the trunk of your car. I probably would if I had one. 

I remember walking the streets of California passing out flyers to this blog. I made some rather cheap looking promotional pages affordable enough to pass around. 

It felt good to do busy work. It feels good to feel like I’m doing something right. Unfortunately for there isn’t a lot of times that I feel like I’m going the right way. From marriages to parenting I’ve gotten it wrong. From job to job I’ve floated by enough to eat. I feel like I’m connected everywhere yet I fit nowhere. 

  
Writing is all that I’ve got. 

A window into my soul and a piece of gratitude for being able to keep expressing the pain. Yet I find thankfulness in the day. Always. At least I’m here. I don’t always want to be. Times like this morning where I’d rather fade to black like Amy Whinehouse. Take a drink too many. Swallow a pill more than I’m supposed to. Scream out into the darkness of the night” Lord take me now!”

  
Maybe things will fall in place. Maybe my little will mean a lot. Maybe one man will love me enough, and not to need anyone else to wet his dick for a night. Destroy all the love that was built and actually have the trust that all say that they want. Even they are usually the first to go out and do something untrustworthy.

There’s days I feel unworthy of breathing. I wonder why I continue to wake up in place that I don’t understand. Maybe the divine has a plan for me,because I’m so tired of trying to figure out one. I’d like to see a clearer picture of where to go, but the roads are all filled with fog and the paths are fuzzy at best. This world is a test and I feel like I’m failing more times than I’m passing. My grade is a D++.

Just enough to make it another day and fight. To spread light. To find good insight instead of evil egos.

Yes, I’m grateful for the creative ability to write. It’s opened doors I never expected to enter. Taking me to journeys I never planned on going. Gotten me through tough times and today let’s me tell you the story of my aching heart.

  
The battle of live to fight another day is daily.

One wrong thought on the wrong day. At the wrong hour and it could certainly cost me my REAL life.  

This time is precious perceptions of how to keep going when the weight of my inner galaxies build up all the negative energies being purposely pushed at me. Feeling like the mountain that I can’t climb because I have to come from under the rock first.

  
I’m just grateful that I have enough strength to try again.

I’m thankful I have been gifted the mindset to trust again. 

I have enough forgiveness to forgive again and again, because I believe second chances sometimes need to be third or fourth when you have absolutely no idea what your doing. 

I have gratitude for the blessing of writing. It is not just my  gift it is my birthright. 

Last day of grateful January and it didn’t come easy. I didn’t lazily wake up and get another day. I had to fight my thoughts to be here and it took me to breakdown to get up.

  
C.L Cunningham 

It’s Tuesday and we made it.
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Artist Jeffrey Smith



Small things 

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Wake up and the alarm rings. Thank goodness for it be without it I would probably sleep through the whole day. 

  
Turn on the television and watch a show. Thank goodness for it because it is entertaining when I want to zone out. 

Walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Who ever made toothbrushes are the best because what kind of world was there when breath was funky. 

  
Obviously I joke about curtain things, but what a gift it is to have the little things in life. Things that I barely think about being grateful for. 

Day 27 of grateful January and what daily thing do I use that I’m grateful for? I’m grateful for my comfy blanket. It keeps me warm and wraps me in softness. Lawd knows that I love softness.

  

C.L Cunningham 

Happy Saturday everyone enjoy the day 
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It brought me through 

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It brought me through 

Life gives up and downs. From the moment breath enters a body the story begins. All reality starts and the things that are being taught become fact over fiction. 

I was brought up hard.

Moved from the inner city of Kansas City Missouri to the stomping grounds of Omaha. I made my journey into adulthood.

  
Well rounded in religious beliefs. Sidetracked by hard knocks. Family struggles and the building blocks of life with strife as a banner. 

It challenged me to become more.

  
I love that my life took me to low places. Deep dark spaces. If it wasn’t for those experiences I would not acknowledge the light that I see. I wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate those who have helped me along the way. 

  
I love the way life picks out how things go. Then gives me the tools to decide for myself parts of the path that I want to take.

My attitude of gratitude has not come easy. I’m grateful that I have found it. I hope that I will forever keep it. 

Day 24 of grateful January. The question is what challenge are you grateful for? I love to hear your stories about life and your insight into the world. Feel free to leave a comment. 
C.L Cunningham 

Happy Wednesday 
Sending you peace and blessings 🙏🏼

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Grateful little stories 

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Early morning and time again for a subtle change. Winter storms and days enjoying cold fronts are becoming my new normal here in Nebraska.

    
A vast difference from the heat of the West coast. 

I’m thinking of all the stories that have touched my life. The stories that have given me insight and inspiration. Stories that made me think and pushed me in one way or another. 

One story stands out in my mind today. 

It’s the story of the princess and the pea. In that story the princess was lost and seeking shelter. That while she was sleeping if she could feel a pea under her mattress. She would wake up bruised and actually be considered a real princess. It’s been told all over the world. Changed into new versions and made into parodies.  

  
The reason that I’m so grateful for this story is that as a young girl I would express my sensitivity to someone and they would just blow me off. I’ve always been very sensitive both physically and mentally. I bruise easily. This story allowed me to speak my truth. I thought if that girl could feel a pea underneath a bunch of mattresses and actually be telling the truth then I could speak up when something was hurting me. I still refer to the story to this day. If I’m uncomfortable sleeping I just say ” well I could literally feel a pea under there if you put it. ”

  
The amazing thing is as an adult I finally realized that I am what is called an empathetic person who is actually hyper sensitive. Go figure. 

Stories have a way with helping find out my strengths and weaknesses. I’m grateful for the story tellers and writers who have helped me get in touch with who I am. Unapologetically so.

Day 22 of grateful January and the question is what story are you grateful for? Feel free to chime in. I love all the comments that I receive. 
C. L Cunningham 

Happy Monday 

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Story information can be found on https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Christian_Andersen

The paint brush of life

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The paint brush of life

Painted fingers dipped in water colors spreading across the paper expressing child like memories of a naive mind.

  
Art is the hands expression of words. It gives hope to the hopeless. Beauty in places that no one else thought were beautiful. It brings smiles on faces and love in hearts. 

An artist is a creator of visual magnificent works. Images that remind me to indulge in the landscape of this universe. 

As a mother and educator I love giving children experiences in creativity. It pushes their minds to explore different ways of thinking. 

  
I use art for my comfort. I use art to help me expand my words and bring pictures to my train of thought. I simply enjoy art and artist. I loved art classes even though I’m not the greatest artist out here lol. 

I find myself browsing Pinterest for creative visual art. I’m fascinated by the powerful spirits that let their light shine through paintbrushes and pencils. 

  
Day 18 of grateful January and today’s question is what piece of art are you grateful for. I actually have a few that stand out but my most favorite artist have been my tribe of children. 

C. L Cunningham 

Happy Thoughtful Thursday 🌹

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Renewal season 

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Flowers blooming, birds flying, butterflies all around. Blue skies, sunshine and love all around. 

  
Yes, you guessed it I’m talking about spring. 

The season of renewal. When hibernation is over and the animals once tucked away have come out to play. 

It’s something about when the temperature changes from cold to warm that makes me want to go exploring. To get outdoors and exercise to inhale the fresh air. 

  
The planets are growing and I feel at one with the planet. Grateful for the leaves on the trees. The change in the length of the days. Each season has it’s own benefits, but spring has always had a strong place in my heart. 

Day 15 of grateful January and the question is what season are you grateful for?

I’d love to hear your favorite season and hope that you all have a fabulous Monday. 
C.L Cunningham 

Namaste 

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