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Let’s get high

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As I elevate my mind pass the past wrongdoings of my inner recollections I feel as if I’m floating freely.

I’ve learned that I use certain things to remove pain but then I caused another kind in its place.

Being lost in the mind is like a wilderness with out light. It’s cold and lonely. As I push away those thoughts I’m finding that I can be the light that I need.

I want to get high on a cultivated culture. Which shows myself and others how to remove unhealthy thoughts and turns them into powerful gifts.

The gift of love, the gift of growing, the gift of succeeding, and the gift of inner beauty. For me to except myself I needed to uncover my flaws. I’ve forced myself to see the damage. It hasn’t been easy to face myself in the mirror. I have to say it’s definitely been worth it.

Today I want to encourage healing. Uncovering the truth shall set me free if I allow myself to cross old barriers and find new beginnings. I hope I encourage others to join me.

With gratitude I send you peace and blessings

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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That’s the sound of love

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That’s the sound of love

Methodical notes. In the key of E. Emphasis on the piano and a high pitched sound of a violin.

  
 

Music.

The sound or better yet sounds that I am grateful for plays out in my life as music.  

 

From gamma frequencies to delta beats of rhythm and blues. Punk rock when I’m a wild child and on the tips of my toes in a classical ballet. To the heels of my feet when a hip hop song plays. 

Taking me to church on a regular day. 

Music makes me grateful for these two ears. It drowns out my tears and lifts my spirits. It tells me a story and I can tell mine with it. Melody is heaven sent and I’m blessed beyond words with the gift of it. 

The music has lead me to far away places and opened closed doors. 

  
Day 10 of grateful January and the question is. What sound are you grateful for?

I’m thankful for another day to play music. 
C. L Cunningham 

Namaste is the way to peace 🦋

Sending you light and love 

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An open book 

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Books are someone else’s minds eye written upon a piece of paper. Their thoughts, wants,memories and needs. That persons growth process put into words for either entertainment or understanding. 

  
My love and gratitude for books started very young. I’m not sure if it was a need or a want. I started writing books before I ever read one. Funny how my first memory of a book was one of my own stories. 

I actually didn’t know how to read well until the third grade. I had knew that I had stories stuck inside of my head that belonged on paper. After reading some fantastic books from the library I knew that I wanted to be a better writer. 

  
I’m sure that books were read to me at some point I just can’t remember when. I  actually think it might have been books from the Kingdom Hall. My book of bible stories. One of the first book series that I can recall were about a bear and some toys. I then remember the Winnie the Pooh series, next my favorites were from Beverly Cleary. The Romona Wimby series. I used to read for hours all the things Romona would get into. She and I were very similar in that way. 

Being too inquisitive and landing ourselves in trouble. To identify with a fictional character gave me some sort of peace. A kind of secret getaway from the world. The library became my escape. 

  
Day eight of gratitude January and the question is What book are you grateful for? 

Beautiful how many things we are given for growth and knowledge in this strange but exquisite world. 
C. L Cunningham 

My gratitude is becoming an open book for all too see🌞

Happy Monday everyone may it be splendid 💋

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Calling out

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Cratered moon with a crescent heart.
Indigo mood for a starving soul.

Wanting more needing more to fill the void of the mundane.
Hearing teardrops than pour out like rain as they gently fall whispering your name.

C. L Cunningham 

Poet

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Hey there Wednesday 

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Hey there Wednesday 

Sleepy tired. 

Double entendre. I’m sleepy and my brain is tired. Sleepless nights and days at this point have become my weekly norm. 

  
I literally prayed for sleep at 3 something this morning and guess who was back up at 6. Yep. Fell back to sleep for approximately 1 hr. Oh yeah my mental alertness is at a zero percent. This blog is writing itself lol.

Thank goodness I have someone who drops me hints of jokes early in the morning. I just have go on a goose hunt to find them…

  
Hopefully everyone is up and motivated this Wed-nes-day morning. I actually breakdown the word in my head so I figured I’d share a little teaching humor with everyone. I was taught to say it like that in grade school and when I teach from time to time I pass on the phonics to a new generation. 

  
That’s the beauty of sharing stories and nifty little things that make you smile on to others. You never know what will spark a memory. What will bring laughter or what will heal a soul. 

The pieces that make up ourselves may not seem like much to us but mean so much to someone else. 

Today I’m thankful for another day. I’m thankful for the people who shape my world and I’m thankful for the blessings that seem so small but are so special. 

Happy Wed-nes-day everyone ✨enjoy!
C.L Cunningham 

It’s almost Christmas y’all 🎄

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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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