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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

Author in training 

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I joke about how hard the journey has been from writing to publishing my books. In truth it’s been a very slow journey. Turtle slow. 

I chose to finish my first book and make it available just to fulfill my goal of becoming an author. I didn’t and still don’t know the ends and outs of the book business. I continue to find out new information daily. I have been blessed to even have one book let alone four. 

I see so many indie authors and mainstream authors experience the art of telling a story about life and exploring fictional characters that are made up of different dimensions and different directions. 

I find it exciting to branch out my mind and make a figure of my imagination and thoughts into pages of a book. 

One day I will write a novel, but for now I’m enjoying the short stories of novellas. 

Are there any more authors that can feel where I’m coming from? I’d love to hear your experiences with writing. 
C. L Cunningham 
Here are my paperback books and I also have an Ebook. All are available on Amazon, Kindle and Barnes and Noble. 

  

 
  
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The power of knowledge 

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Energy moves. The brain is transmitting information constantly. Even though it doesn’t seem like it is. 

  
Thoughts are gold. Thoughts are some of the most priceless things that we own. They create the past, present, and future. I imagine a world where the earth is coming together for the greater good of the next generation. 

Example of this is the great leaders of the past. They each envisioned a world that they wanted to live it. They were taking experiences of the past and working actively on making the present day become it. Which changed the way that the past was. Started to change the present and in turn made a better future. 

Knowing that any knowledge that I gain today makes me equipped with better understanding of what I aim to make my future is exciting. I can be anything that I want to be. I can change my outlook on life thus changing my life into my destiny. 

  
I asked for rainbows back in April. I see rainbows all the time now. I asked for butterflies and pretty flowers. I start noticing them more. It wasn’t that they weren’t there it’s just that I wasn’t looking for them in that way. 

By changing my expectations of how, why and where. I believed that they would show up and they do. 

I’m grateful for the knowledge that if I believe in something enough that I will find myself open to receiving it. I’m just like anyone else. Sometimes I limit myself. I put things on the back burner while I figure out if that’s really what I want. 

  
The beautiful thing about time is that it actually does wait. Yet it keeps moving. Being stuck in the past is fine if you’re a fan of history repeating itself. Living only for right now is fine if you don’t plan to go any further. Chasing the future is great if you’re willing to miss out on the present. I’m just trying to enjoy it all. Allowing it all to shape me and mold me as I in live this lifetime.

My thoughts are powerful. They are needed, but thy aren’t enough to sustain me. I need it all. I need thoughts and actions. I need feelings and emotions. I need a higher consciousness and access to my egotistical ways. I’m perfectly imperfect and I’m grateful for the knowledge of that. This way I can be open to change. 

Day 17 of grateful January and the question is what knowledge are you grateful for? 
C.L Cunningham 

Have a happy Wednesday and may you be blessed with peace of mind.
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Exciting news

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Hey everyone I’m excited to share with you the launch of my new book. I’m looking for a few social friends to spread the word. You will receive an early birds pdf copy of the book and a mention in the book!!!! If your interested in joining please email me at findingkandee@gmail.com today!   
C. L Cunningham 

Nighttime poetry 

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 Teeny tiny story of a world unperceived. Underneath the glory of the light inside all human beings. Filled up with spirit deep down into souls. Giving divine comfort for all who waywardly flow.‬ 

Sending unspoken knowledge. Attention to the truth no one knows. 

Letting the galaxies collide and still searching for a map that even the most skillful of explorers cannot find. Trying not to get caught in time warps. Run hurry before it’s the end of mankind. 

Settled back down in her comfy chair. The book has closed and the story hasn’t ended in despair. A goodnight fable interesting indeed. Everyone can take the wave all they have to do is read. ✨
C.L Cunningham 

Poet💋

Have a safe night everyone 


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Life’s enrichment

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Life’s enrichment

noun1.

the action of improving or enhancing the quality or value of something.

“enrichment of the soil for more plant growth”✨
  
Sitting at the kitchen table I start to ponder on a thought. Why can’t I access visions or dreams that I felt like were promised to me previously. During this process of enlightenment I couldn’t connect to anything material. In anyway. Nothing.

The things I hold connections to are within. Feelings and emotions. Intuitive. As if I’m only used as a vessel. Someone to cypher information out of. The word used, pains me. I’m thankful that I found peace to substain my life but I think now I’m looking to enrich my life. My soul is running on easy. Once again I’m on autopilot. Scary. Now don’t get me wrong. It’s hard as hell to get to the peaceful place where depression subsides and calm resides. But now that I’m here the quest for what’s next pushes me out of the need for a comfort zone. 

Planting the seed for growth. I don’t have a need for certain things. I don’t have a strong enough attachment to anything tangible. So much so that my path to greatness will always take a little longer than others. I’m fine with that. It actually helps me divert from the perils of negativity. What it doesn’t help me do is reach past my destiny. It almost makes it completely clear. A straight path to life. My road map is a cake walk as long as I stay on the path. Now who wouldn’t want that? 

This guy.

Obviously because once again here I go questioning the things that no longer need answers unless the answers aren’t what I want to see. I’m debating on whether I’m obedient enough to stand firm. Not to be wayward. 

  
Wayward sends me out of the box throws caution to the wind and has the chance to crash down my mirror image. May send me on a dead end mission just to end up at square on….again.

Am I willing to risk it? How much as I willing to lose? I’ve already lost everything just to start becoming stable again. 

I’m going to keep pondering. I’m absolutely not going to jump off course now and take a gamble with my life. I’m just trying to figure out why the urge to do so is even there? 

I may try to open my mindset to dreams that are a little bigger than my normal self. I may open the box and peek out look around and see if there anything more to be. Open my heart and soul to risk a little bit more. I’ll stay cautious on the way. But for today I’ll start preparing for this life to be it’s same beautiful self. Listen to the universal song of love and be grateful that I’m alive to see it. 
C.L Cunningham 

Namaste Sunday 🌺

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It was all a dream pt.4

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Sitting around on a Thursday chillin mo chillin. Thinking about the  comedy show on Netflix that I just finished watching. Laughing to myself about one of the punchlines. 

The night was young and my mind was racing. I had a huge fight with the ex and things were getting interesting and painful. I needed something to calm my soul. I put on a little music. I’m in mid dance when my IG notification lit up. I kept dancing. It pinged again. Oh brother. Who is it! I grab my phone and open the app. My DM was lit up red. Two messages. Hmmm. 

I open and low and behold it’s Mr. Big Shot. Now I should have been excited but I wasn’t. I asked him to call. Why in the hell is he in my DM. Thinking that the DM is relationship purgatory I read the messages. First one read ” wanna do something fun”. Second one read “you know you do”. Cocky. 

I answered back “nope a dope”. I put the phone down and continued to dance. Ping. I opened the message. It was a corny dude in his underwear. He had on nice one though. Thumbs up to him. I was just about to put the phone down when I received another ping. This time it was Him again. “Wtf is nope a dope?” I laughed out loud. I replied “it’s a no weirdo.” He must have been shocked because I got nothing back. Oh well. ✨

3:33 am. Ping,ping,ping. “I want to take you somewhere. Now do you wanna do something?” Hmmm. I text back “You got my attention.” Ping. “I’m outside.” What the what?!!!! I look out the hotel window and sure as sh*t there his big ass is. Looking like the dude from Say Anything without the radio. I get dressed. Splash my face with water,throw on a dress and heels. Put on my fancy wig and bring my make up bag. I come outside and he takes one look at me and says ” where are you going like that?” Mannnnnnnn if this dude didn’t look good I’d give him a right straight in the throat. Instead I replied “with you”. He smiles and winks. Opens the door and says ” get in.” So I did. 

We’re riding and talking having a grand ol time when he pulls up to a rather creepy building. I looked at him looked back at the building. Looked back at him. Duuuuuuude. I’m trying not to act scary but this ain’t Halloween mutha fucka. He must have felt my energy change so he says “don’t worry it will be fun I’ll protect you.” Hmmm Okay I’m thinking well you wanted to come girly it’s now or never. 

We walk in and it looks like American Horror Story is filming. Weird folks doing weird things. I’m uncomfortable and itchy. The music is blaring and drinks are flowing. I take a shot of Remy and sit down. I spot another woman. She looks just as confused as me. The room has familiar faces but only because I’ve seen them on a screen. Everyone is chill and it seems like a fun little party. 

Suddenly the music stops and a man enters the stage. He’s smiling and he waves to the crowd. The crowd goes wild. Everyone but six of us. Six of us are wondering why these folks are so hyped. Obviously we’re new to the scene. I look over at him and he smirks. I whisper what’s going on? He points and says “just wait for it.” So I wait . The announcer speaks ” are you ready to play?” 

Play? Play what? The lights go out and the spot lights shine. Six of them. One on me and five more on the rest of us newbies. Uh. What’s going on? Bewildered I look for him. He’s gone. Surprise surprise. 

Let the game begin.

C.L Cunningham