We meet again December

Last December I was in waiting.

Waiting for love to arrive. Waiting for the next big thing in my life.

Waiting for people to notice me and invite me in.

This December is different.

I’m reaching out. I’m moving forward and I’m becoming more and more focused.

I want to manifest a beautiful life that I can enjoy as I be of service.

I’m opening up to receive the beauty that here everyday.

I’m grateful for the journey.

Happy Monday everyone

May it be the beginning of the rest of your life.

Xoxo Kandee

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A place of change

In a place where change can grow the view is different. Mindset is better and hope resonates throughout your soul. 

Old pains are yet to be healed, but instead of running from the pain I walk through it. 

I do not have my life together.

I don’t know if I ever will.

What I do have is hope.

Each day new things arise and new information is available to me. The ability to receive them with grace and kindness is the new zen in my life. 

I speak up for change. I’m learning how to speak life into it also. I want to illuminate light. I’ve been given the gift to love myself including my flaws and weaknesses. I’m grateful for the life that I have been given. 

Sometimes I can’t always find the positives. That’s when I know it is time to sit in stillness and allow life’s journey to evolve. 


I don’t know what 2018 will bring. I’m thankful to be alive to see it. There was a time when death seemed like a comfort zone. Now life seems like the present and the universe is the blessing. 

I’m growing up in mind,body,soul, and spirit. 

Getting older has its benefits. 
C.L Cunningham 

Changing 🌼

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The lowest of the lows. Under. 

The majesty of being lower.

The room for better than. 

The best self you can be or aspire to be. 

Growing up in a place where concrete became my friend.  Grass was plentiful in other people’s lawn. But I didn’t long for their lawn. I learned to love mine.

I had a lawn with grass and it had it’s issues as well.

I started to love that concrete the day I realized the beauty it brought in the rain. The water beaded up on top of it as it remanded hard. Even though the water was soft and refreshing. 

I find something poetic about embracing differences. The harmonies of love and like. The gentle breeze on an extremely hot day.

The way the wind blows cold and all you need is heat in that moment. 

The lowest of the lows become balanced with the highest of the highs if your searching for peace.

Have a amazing Wednesday and an awing tomorrow. 

C. L Cunningham  

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