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Coming home 

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Little Simz vibe with my mind at ease.

It’s easy to please with my fingertips vibrating on the main screen of your mind.

But can you find time to understand my ever flowing stream of desire for you?

Come with me through this facade that we’re playing.

Another day to stay away from the truth.

Shadow of what we used to be yet still beginning to find our way home.

  
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To be moved

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The old Tymers would talk about being moved in the spirit. Letting the astral plane talk to your human frequencies and whisper you a word of advice.

Today I heard a bit of advice for myself. To keep trying. To keep envisioning the pace that I’m supposed to go at. To keep loving and looking up. Even when the world has it’s theory on how things should be. 

I’m hoping your day is filled with laughter and wonders. 

Let peace be with you and yours,

Happy Sunday 

Xoxo- Kandee 
  
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In clear view 

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Run for your life….
Right, 

When life pushes you past your limits.

Makes you chase a vision and not know whether you’re going to fall or not.

Makes you run after…

The dream or fantasy or whatever.

It’s yours and now you want it.

The universe says that you can have it.

But you’ve got to go get it.

Live,

So you can see it when it happens….

Wishing you love and light on this mixed up Monday 
Xoxo Kandee

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Hate and Love it

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I’m sitting here trying to get my nerves up to go on this trip to Arizona. Im planning on driving the whole way. I have the worst case of bubbles right now. Seriously I’m silently freaking the f**ck out. I’m not the best driver and having no cell phone right now isn’t the smartest way to go. I’m using a gps and I hope it’s up to date, because gps systems can send you to some very scary and weird places. I’m speaking from experience. Considering the fact that I’m confused with most directions away.

  
I normally leave the distance driving to others. 

Is it wrong to secretly hope there’s another option? Like for real. I’m sure that most people don’t mind long rode trips and things that take time. But the people who love me know that I’m not like that. I’d rather fly and I like to go Ricky Bobby fast. I read all signs like this:

  Today I’m in love with the idea of the journey. I’m excited to see if I can push myself to get there. If I’m able to handle whatever life throws my way. If I can get everything done. 

  
I hate the fact that I’m not sure of what it is next. I constantly feel like I’m grasping at straws. Just looking for a stable environment. Just hoping that something actually comes out good with no hiccups or confusion. 

This year has been a lot of firsts. A lot of changes have been made. All while I’m trying to stay positive and focus on the good. The truth is life isn’t always easy. Sometimes it’s hard to save yourself let alone anyone else and I have children to be there for. Good or bad I HAVE to figure it out. 

Please send me your prayers. Positivity and blessings. I’ll be blogging about Love for the month of February. This way I’ll look for it all month long. 

Today I’m in love with the ideal of heading to Arizona. Wish me luck because I’m gonna need it.
C. L Cunningham 

Happy Monday 

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What is the science of my life ?

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Everything around me is energy moving systematically. 

The universe is reflecting back my thoughts my wants and my dreams. 

  
  
The things I love that I like that I have are all in one. Exactly at the edge of my finger tips and within my reach. 

   
The science of  life seems to be ask and you shall receive. 

Perception is the key. 

I asked for gratitude. I was given reasons to be thankful. I asked for strength and I was given reasons to be strong. I asked for love and I was put in situations that required me to be loving. 

The qualities of the universal song is to open the mind to all possibilities. Well that becomes too large and to big to measure. 

  
I needed to shut my mind and listen to what was searching for me as I was searching for it. 

The answer I got was everything. Everything that I am searching for is literally searching for me. If I receive it with an open and loving positive heart. Then that is exactly how it would look.

My mission is to do just that. Allow life to be beautiful. To flow peacefully from one moment to the next. To open myself up to the mystical mysteries of this world and to enjoy the ride.

C.L Cunningham 

Happy Saturday y’all 

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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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Power of expression 

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Creative expression has become my passion. To communicate isn’t enough. I want to sing from the rooftops and dance at 3 am. Write old school love stories and recite  Edgar Allen Poe.

  
To be able to say how I feel with articulation has been a present that I’ve been able to unwrap daily.

  
Blessings can be so simple. I’m grateful for all of my blessings. When I was younger I that blessings were the miracles that I received. Now I know that their everything that I’ve ever encountered. 

Waking up = a blessing. 

  
Gratitude can be the missing link to happiness over depression. To love over hate. To hope over despair. 

Day 26 of grateful January. What form of expression are you grateful for. I’m grateful for creativity. 
C. L Cunningham 

It’s finally Friday y’all !
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