Back from... Somewhere

I haven't written a post in ages. If you follow the blog, you know I can end up missing at times.

 I'm not sure if this is one of the longest hiatuses but hey..

I have this thing. I don't write unless I feel it. These past couple of months, I wasn't feeling it. I wasn't feeling Candid Cinni. I didn't know if I should even continue pouring energy into it. I prayed about it and one of the things was to not force anything. Let God be and I'll see what should flow and what shouldn't. I got the calling to pour energy into this. Not for my gain, but for others. He showed me that I reach people through this and it isn't about me and how good I feel.

The break was necessary. I'm grateful for it. Life is moving at an interesting pace right now and I'm trying not to be overwhelmed but really let Him flow and do His thing. That is work through me. The issue was, I was trying to do everything in my own strength. No bueno. 

But yeah, I'm "back"

Honestly, I've missed blogging. I've the sound of the keys as I share something with all of you. I missed making videos to help naturalistas on their journey. I missed you all.

So get into my update video and thanks for sticking around.

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My Eyes Are Watching God

Floating in that marvelous creation, it reminded me of the scene of Their Eyes Were Watching God where Halle Berry's character submerges herself in pristine waters and focuses on the heavens above.

I have a thing for water. Rain, rivers, beaches, baths.

It's relaxing, cleansing, spiritual.

This pic was taken a week ago and reflects where I am in life. 

Before I felt haggard, hassled, harassed.

Hurried to make important decisions to fulfill the human definition of success.

Not pausing to hear from God. Not resting in Him.

But this pic is where I am.

Floating in Him. Resting and looking upon Him.

And wondering what it is He wants to ask me.

Sometimes we go about life in a fast pace frenzy 

because that's what is dictated to us as best by society.

Stop and bask in God.

Time & Ombre Hair

Summer is over and so is this ombre hair. It was short lived as was Summer. Where did the time go?

It's as if time said "Peace out homie" & left me behind.

I realize I tend to go missing on this blog during those months .. I'm not sure why.

Maybe it's because I get into a state of reflection which turns into a funk.

Life picks up & drops me - then Fall rolls around & I'm back. Two months just flew by me.

Recently, I was reminded by God how time is precious. Time is a gift.

Time is priceless. Time is also fleeting.

We are suppose to invest our time wisely and not squander seconds. Why am I posting about this? Well since 2014 is coming to a close 

[quicker than I thought]

Why not remind y'all to use it wisely as I've been reminded.

Yes You!

What things haven't you accomplished yet for this year?

Ready for this Fall/Winter season?

ME, Myself and.. Imperfection

As much of a non-Yonce fan that I am, I realize some of her song lyrics spur on numerous thoughts in my head when it comes to myself and life.

Take for instances, Me Myself and I.

A popular saying that I use to reference myself instead of just saying me.

 I thought of the last part.. and I.

What words start with I that reflect pieces of me I love to show or bits I like to tuck away?

So for that - today's word is Imperfect.

Perfection. A state a lot of us aim for or think we've attained. I hear the word perfect used frequently in the natural hair 'sphere. The perfect twist out, the perfect wash n go. So many posts and videos with these titles that lure women in and telling them how to achieve the "perfect" do.

I tend to steer away from these #noshade .. I'm not looking for perfection when it comes to my hair. It makes me feel as if something is inherently wrong with me. What's wrong with the way I'm doing my twists? What makes the way you do something perfect compared to how I do? How do we define perfect when it comes to hair?

Sleek, shiny and frizz free. Controlled. Defined. (I guess)

Eh. I rather not devote more time then I already do to my hair. Ain't nobody got time for that!

I also think it feeds into the stigma some women deal with of not being good enough. What I do or what I have isn't good enough. I'm not saying one shouldn't have goals and try to better themselves but in this world, nothing is perfect. 

No one is perfect. 

 I am imperfect. That doesn't sound affirming at all but it's  something I need to remind myself of daily in this race of life. When I trip over myself multiple times.  Punishing myself over and over for stupid mistakes. The times I don't get it -school, work, my kinks & curls- "right".

I don't need my hair to be perfect. Wasn't it the same Bey who once said something about flaws and all but now women feel they need to "wake up like this #flawless". I also realize I won't achieve perfection in this lifetime but I can still keep on keeping on and get better at everything.

Give me my messy, frizzy mane on this imperfect shell of mine. That's so perfect to me. 

Addressing Change

a draft post that should have been published.

Change is inevitable. Nothing is the same except change. Change is constant but not consistent. Change brings about known and the unknown together in a weird dance that is hard to comprehend. When the seasons change, people follow suit. Summer is upon us and many people are making changes. Changes in their wardrobe, hair color choices and things that are a bit deeper.

I've been thinking about changing my hair color yet again because well I like doing that. Summer awakens a desire to go lighter and this time I want to do full blonde. Completely different yet not really as I've done blonde on more than one occasion. Maybe I want to do it to signal a bigger change that is occurring right now in my life.

I just graduated from university and even though years from now this probably won't be the most significant change, it's the close of a chapter. It is the signaling of something new. Moving back home after living in a different culture and climate will be change. Even though I'm going back to something familiar, in a sense I'm not. I've changed so "home" is different. This new accreditation I have does not guarantee me anything back home. Anyone who has pursued a degree in the creative arts knows that unless you're living somewhere that is a cultural hub, you might be doing work that has NOTHING to do with what you studied. The hustle becomes real. So does the struggle.

I wish I could say I'm scared but I'm not. This calm I have about this change is weird. I've been anticipating it for sometime now. I welcome change, if one doesn't embrace change they don't embrace life. What kind of life are you living where you're afraid of change? Where you resist change... sounds like death.

A new job, home, friend, country - all exciting and scary wrapped in one. But it's change.
Embrace it. Explore it. Enjoy it.

Feelin' Good

Tuesday felt good so I snapped a bunch of selflies.

handed in a portfolio and now I have my dissertation left to finish.

In two weeks, I'll be done.

finito.

fin

with uni.

#cray how I started this blog before the journey here

How excited I was at the possibility of going to study in England

this likkle island gyal's dream

& God made it happen.

Now this is coming to a close and I've made such wonderful friends along the way

I appreciate everything and everyone I've encountered while being here

Don't ask what's next because I don't know.

& I'm ok with that.

so yeah, I'm feeling good. 

Musings of Miché

It's Friday.

The first friday that is completely free for me. Haven't felt this in awhile.

I'm officially on Easter Break but I have work and more importantly, uni work to complete.

I'm on the last stretch and it's the part where nothing but the grace and goodness of God is getting me through.

I've decided to take this weekend to completely de-stress, relax and unwind.

I had a bit of that last weekend when I was suppose to be working but caught a bit of a cold and was stuck in bed.

It was like God said chill.

I was ok enough by the following Monday for work.

But this, I'm not sick! 

So I'm going to read - Island Beneath the Sea by Isabel Allende

catch up on shows - Grey's, Scandal & Homeland

eat - healthy ish but mostly the junk I was sent from the States.

communicate with those who I haven't in awhile.

oh and of course - wash my hair. 

Gonna try out a new product which I'll post about it when I use it :)

Anyhoo, my feel good song and jam for some months now

feels right for my chill time.

Afraid by Amel Larrieux.

Why not leave y'all with a lil something for your ears on this fine Friday?

Enjoy =)