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Resurrecting Oneself on This Beautiful Resurrection Day

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Interesting that today (repost from 2015) is Easter/Resurrection Day.

Resurrection11Last night I had the pleasure of attending a gathering, where the two beautiful women who invited me to their lovely, beautiful and comfortable DC home were such gracious hostesses. It was one of those older, yet welcoming homes in a quaint DC neighborhood. A home filled with such character and soothing creaking wood floors. It’s the kind of home that I sometimes imagine myself creating a life and love in. My funky and cool sanctity where there is comforting stability, endless peace, melodic harmony, and unconditional love. That comes with reliable house cleaners, landscapers, and handy-persons.Oak Tree in DC

While there I witnessed the most humongous, bold, and beautiful oak tree in their spacious backyard. That Resurrection9commanding big oak could have been quite intimidating, however, it calmed me and created such a soothing smile on my face as I just stood there in awe and silence observing its beauty as I attempted to take it all in. The oak reminded me that regardless of all that goes on in life, there is always the opportunity to stand tall, still shine, awe, and inspire me and all who I encounter.

The bonus of the evening was of the lovely couple sharing their wedding video with all who were in attendance. The lovelies were still glowing from their recent ceremony while sharing the backstory of their relationship and wedding day commentary. I found myself having one of my typical Hallmark movie moments as I watched them both fiercely wardrobe change their way through the video from beginning to the end all while lovingly and attentively engaged with themselves, family, and friends. While witnessing their special moment, I was reminded of love.  I was reminded of hope. I was reminded of authentic connection. I was reminded of Divine Order.  I was reminded of commitment. I was reminded of being open to the possibilities when one of the lovelies spoke of how getting married was not at all on her radar. I was reminded of perseverance when they both spoke about the struggles encountered with family, friends, and strangers because of the resistance to their unconditional love. I was reminded of forgiveness. I was reminded of fun. I was reminded of being sexy. After the emotionally challenging previous night and the current day I was having, I knew at that moment that the Universe sent me here to receive all of these uplifting messages. Especially when one of the lovelies looked at me later and said I can see in your eyes that you are next. Now whether that is true or not (in terms of being next, not that it won’t ever happen), it was just nice to hear and it was reaffirming. It was nice experiencing through their love; they are reaching out and wanting to inspire others to also have it all. To live one’s truth and believe.Resurrection8

During that made for me evening, as I navigated in and out of various conversations, dined on deliciously seasoned and nicely spicy African food of curried rice and fish stew, sipped on tasty lemon drop cocktails, and witnessed their wonderful wedding video, I was reminded about love, reinventing myself, and how it’s never too late to have what I want. I must believe. Keep having hope. Keep the faith. I must keep resurrecting my life, heart, spirit, and soul.

I was reminded that “I am the prize.” And, one of the many messages I was sent to tell you today is that you are too. That in all of the complexities and imperfections of our lives and being, that we are perfect in who we are and are deserving.

There is a gift for resurrecting oneself. The gift is of getting back to the basics of love while being open to the newness of life. So today and ALWAYS continue to resurrect yourself and flow through life and experiences with confidence, grace, authenticity, openness, respect, a colossal sense of humor, beauty, forgiveness, sexiness, trust, honor, and unconditional LOVE!!! And, you will, in turn, attract to your life what you truly desire and what the Universe knows that will nourish and resurrect you in your truth.  Believe that you WILL be resurrected to the essence of your being and beingness. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!! Ase!Resurrection4

L&S, may God continue to bless and blanket you both with love, light, and fun. Thank you so much for last night and being such gracious messengers and torchbearers of BeDoLove. I dedicate this blog to you both and all who are inspired by their committed love.

Namaste! kcb

Update: This is a repost from Easter 2015. Rest in Peace “L”. We love and miss YOU!

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Resurrecting Oneself on This Beautiful Resurrection Day

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Interesting that today (repost from 2015) is Easter/Resurrection Day.

Resurrection11Last night I had the pleasure of attending a gathering, where the two beautiful women who invited me to their lovely, beautiful and comfortable DC home were such gracious hostesses.  It was one of those older, yet welcoming homes in a quaint DC neighborhood.  A home filled with such character and soothing creaking wood floors.  It’s the kind of home that I sometimes imagine myself creating a life and love in.  My funky and cool sanctity where there is comforting stability, endless peace, melodic harmony, and unconditional love.  That comes with a reliable house cleaners, landscapers, and handy persons.Oak Tree in DC

While there I witnessed the most humongous, bold, and beautiful oak tree in their spacious backyard.  That Resurrection9commanding big oak could have been quite intimidating, however it calmed me and created such a soothing smile on my face as I just stood there in awe and silence observing its beauty as I attempted to take it all in.  The oak reminded me that regardless of all that goes on in life, there is always opportunity to stand tall, still shine, awe, and inspire me and all who I encounter.

The bonus of the evening was of the lovely couple sharing their wedding video with all who were in attendance.  The lovelies were still glowing from their recent ceremony while sharing the backstory of their relationship and wedding day commentary.  I found myself having one of my typical Hallmark movie moments as I watched them both fiercely wardrobe change their way through the video from beginning to the end all while lovingly and attentively engaged with themselves, family, and friends.  While witnessing their special moment, I was reminded about love.  I was reminded about hope.  I was reminded about authentic connection.  I was reminded about Divine Order.  I was reminded about commitment.  I was reminded about being open to the possibilities when one of the lovelies spoke of how getting married was not at all on her radar.  I was reminded about perseverance when they both spoke about the struggles encountered with family, friends, and strangers because of the resistance to their unconditional love.  I was reminded about forgiveness.  I was reminded about fun.  I was reminded about being sexy.  After the emotionally challenging previous night and current day I was having, I knew in that moment that the Universe sent me here to receive all of these uplifting messages.  Especially when one of the lovelies looked at me later and said I can see in your eyes that you are next.  Now whether that is true or not (in terms of being next, not that it won’t ever happen), it was just nice to hear and it was reaffirming.  It was nice experiencing through their love; they are reaching out and wanting to inspire others to also have it all.  To live one’s truth and believe.Resurrection8

During that made for me evening, as I navigated in and out of various conversations, dined on deliciously seasoned and nicely spicy African food of curried rice and fish stew, sipped on tasty lemon drop cocktails, and witnessed their wonderful wedding video, I was reminded about love, reinventing myself, and how it’s never too late to have what I want.  I must believe.  Keep having hope.  Keep the faith.  I must keep resurrecting my life, heart, spirit, and soul.

I was reminded that “I am the prize.” And, one of the many messages I was sent to tell you today is that you are too. That in all of the complexities and imperfections of our lives and being, that we are perfect in who we are and are deserving.

There is a gift in resurrecting oneself.  The gift is of getting back to the basics of love, while being open to the newness of life.  So today and ALWAYS continue to resurrect yourself and flow through life and experiences with confidence, grace, authenticity, openness, respect, a colossal sense of humor, beauty, forgiveness, sexiness, trust, honor, and unconditional LOVE!!!  And, you will in turn attract to your life what you truly desire and what the Universe knows that will nourish and resurrect you in your truth.  Believe that you WILL be resurrected to the essence of your being and beingness.  ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!!  Ase!Resurrection4

L&S, may God continue to bless and blanket you both with love, light, and fun. Thank you so much for last night and being such gracious messengers and torchbearers of BeDoLove.  I dedicate this blog to you and all who inspire through their committed love.

Namaste! kcb

Repost from Easter 2015. Rest in Peace “L”.

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The Art of “No”, Clarity & Empowerment

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Recently I was reminded about what it means to be in alignment with self and Source in saying that simple yet strong two-letter word “no”. And, not just saying “no” but really meaning “no”. Let me explain what I mean. By this I mean, say you say “no” in a moment because it’s really what you want to say, but either you allow another to manipulate their way into a “no/yes” or you yourself talk yourself into a “no/yes” because fear or self-doubt overwhelms you. So what’s a “no/yes”? A “no/yes” is I really mean no in this moment yet I find myself reluctantly and painfully saying yes because I’ve allowed myself to get lost in something occurring or someone else’s yes. However, what I find is when I’ve lost control of my senses and a situation is not flowing within the core of my true and healthy desires by becoming a “no/yes” I’m left wondering “How the heck did I get here”? The answer to that is because I didn’t honor myself, honor my core, listen to intuition/gut, and honor God. Instead, I honored fear and oftentimes that still scared little girl in me. The little girl still desiring love and acceptance. Still searching for her voice.

The lesson I continue to learn is, it’s perfectly in my (your) right to say “no”. No doesn’t mean I love or care about someone or a situation any less. All it means is in that moment IT doesn’t serve me or the emotional, physical, or spiritual health of my being. And, IT doesn’t honor who I am or what I’m called to do or not to do in that moment. Hear me when I say at any given moment a “no” can certainly become a “yes” after an authentic shift is harmoniously in alignment to what is healthy to me (you) and all parties involved. But, what is first required is for me to get away from the fear. The fear coming from a place of when I commit to myself and say “no” it doesn’t mean the person receiving my “no” will love me any less. It doesn’t mean I’ll lose a friend. It doesn’t mean my partner will love me less and in turn not find me as a compatible companion and end the relationship. It doesn’t mean a family member will accuse me of not being committed to the family. It doesn’t mean I will lose my job or be deemed incompetent. It doesn’t mean I’m any less committed to the cause of a particular group I’m working on a project with. And, so on and so on and so on… But, what I know is if anyone did respond in a less than favorable way to me asserting myself with a “no”, guess what? That’s okay too, as it is not the end of the world. And, perhaps it could be The Universe letting me know who can and cannot respect the essence of who I am. Therefore, creating an opportunity to remove the offenders from my life or create a different relationship with them so that a healthy space is created for me to be. The purging can also allow for me to in turn invite those into my space where a healthy exchange of consideration is a common and effortless occurrence. A place where boundaries are understood and respected. And, from that an authentic place of respect and love, and not fear is built.

So I thought about something. It’s interesting how besides “mama” and “dada”, “no” is one of those first words toddlers learn and seemingly totally understood even at that age. Not “yes”, but “no”. You know when a child is saying “no” they get it and they mean it. Like “no” I don’t care for you to keep shoving that nasty pea’s mess in my mouth because I don’t like it or I’m no longer hungry. Yet parents oftentimes do not read the signs, therefore, continuing to feed the child while their bib is the only thing showing signs of being nourished. Here’s another example. Baby girl hates pink and ribbons, yet mommy feels it necessary to adorn her with such, even as baby girl screams and hollas. The misplaced all-knowing parent does not understand how they are not allowing the child to identify with self and their true likes and dislike.  Therefore, the child is not being able to live freely based on what does and doesn’t feel good or matter to them in that moment. To take it a step further, I sadly bring to thought a child being faced with a loved one wanting to commit a horrific act against them and through manipulation and fear the innocent child has been forced to lose their voice in knowing its okay to say “NO” and then tell someone. Is this where it all starts? As a child. (You know most things lead back to childhood). Where at that age of exploration we are learning to exercise our better judgment and control of who we are and what we desire, yet a being of authority on the other end is like no I know what’s best for you. Or they are saying no I know what’s good for me so I’m going to force you into alignment with my unhealthy thoughts or desires. And, if you don’t follow my lead you get the belt (for all you babies born before 1990) or time out (for all you babies born after 1990). Here is where we start to learn that our “no” doesn’t matter or we learn not to trust our “no” and question it. And, if we do say “no” we’ll be punished. Not be loved. Be diagnosed as the difficult child. Hence, going silent. Wings prematurely clipped. Humph…

Saying “no” is like working out/exercising. If you’re not used to saying “no”, it may not come easy. You have to put the work in and exercise that right when it meaningfully presents itself. Some days you’ll be too tired and won’t feel strong enough. Some days you may remember how sore and how much pain you experienced the last time you said “no”. You know those days when you just don’t want to go to the gym. So you’ll backslide. And, that’s okay too. You get to get back on your self-love grind the next day and start all over again. Work on rebuilding your confidence. New moment, new opportunity!

What is crucial is when you lose faith in your “no” and your power, first you must forgive yourself. This is extremely essential. (I will talk about this further in the next section.) Then you must continue believing in YOU. Continue trusting in YOU. Be fearless and continue having confidence in YOU. Continue knowing YOU matter. And, again, knowing if they love YOU they will understand. If they have respect in the concept of whom YOU are and of boundaries they will understand. Keep in mind this is not only about relationships built on very intimate levels. It can also involve relationships evolving around business or social matters.

The more I think about it, this is serious business here. I would really like for you in this moment to pause, listen, and hear me when I tell you this. What we may not realize is that every time we don’t say “no” or uphold it, it’s an offense to our core. A core that remembers. And, the more we dishonor our core, more and more we are weakened as that muscle continues to weaken. It’s like when someone breaks a promise to you. You know sometimes their transgression creates disappointment, hurt feelings, or questions of trust. Well, it’s no different for you when you break a promise to yourself. Ohhhhh you’ve never thought of it like that huh? Let me break it down further for you (And, me too, since it’s what I too get to learn and understand over and over again.). When you don’t take care and practice self-care/self-love, your core has the potential to cease to trust you. IT ceases to have confidence in you. IT ceases to believe in you. IT loses its power. IT becomes very slow to act till it can barely flex. And, then what can unfortunately happen is we try to manifest/flex what power we do have left in very unhealthy ways. Oftentimes projecting our disappointment and loss of faith in oneself onto others in the form control, judgment or bullying. Or we project our pain onto those who really love us the most and who are right in the line of fire. And, that ain’t right. Right?

♪♪ So what’s it’s all about Alfiiiii?♪♪ Simply, it is in your right to say “no”. Not from the Ego, but from a place of love, clarity, confidence, respect, and honor. (As long as I’m not on the receiving end of that said no. Lol) Have no fear because when your “no” is delivered with authenticity and respect, if the receiver is open to understanding your come from, they will respond with respect and love. If they don’t, that’s okay too. All you need to remember is that you matter and how you feel or think matters and gets to be honored. You get to be assertive by exercising self-care and self-love, and in turn empowered with your core knowing it is being nurtured and love.  Hey, this just leaves more opportunity for you to be a “YES” to YOU. Hmmm… “Being a YES”!  Sounds like the makings of a new blog subject. In the meantime, go with peace and love my lovelies. BeConfident! BeClear! BeForgiving! BeFearless! BeLoving! BeDoLove! –kcb

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Real Talk: Getting to Know You! Oh, and Me Too!

Getting to Know YouI’ve come to realize that I’ve been doing a disservice to myself when establishing or in the midst of a special intimate/romantic relationship. Being way too lackadaisical in my approach when ♪♪Getting to know yoooouu. Getting to know the things about yoooouu.♪♪ Often thinking going with the flow is the way to go because everything would reveal and work itself out in the short and long run. However, I’ve come to realize I’ve been extremely mistaken by this lazy whack approach when sourcing the love of my life. This also pertains to how I tend to operate in life in general.

Through about 33 years (could be more, but let’s say 15 and under years of age were the run, catch and kiss years) of dating I’ve relied more on my trusty observant, laying in the cut characteristic trait. Not asking enough thought provoking and revealing questions. You know those soul stirrings required to make informed decisions on whether I should continue rolling the dice for my next move of love. Or due to there being a crucial red flag(s) on the play, should I thoughtfully pause and perhaps close up shop with the quickness like when hearing the loud booming horn alerting of the pending tornado coming to a Midwest town, not near me. For me, learning as things were organically revealed was (Noticed I said was? Look at meeeee.) the way to go. This approach can certainly serve its purpose at times. However, after one of my recent serious self-reflection episodes I experienced an “ah haaaaa” moment (They are coming to me more and more.) and I now have come to grips that this approach should never have been my primary form of relationship exploration.

Here’s the “Real talk!” As my introspection has me now getting to know me on a more profound level, I’ve also realized that not being mentally involved in the process was probably my way of avoiding being uncomfortable with having those necessary revealing and vulnerable conversations. That way of being was keeping me from going all in, serving as a safety net for my heart as I was being led by protective yet often misguided Ego. Furthermore, being totally transparent could lead to finding out my romantic interest at the time was not my dream come true and was yet another failed attempt at love as I find myself once again ending my two timing relationship with “giving them the benefit of the doubt”. Or the big WOAH is they would find out I’m not their perfect match. Because, ultimately in my always wanting to know that I am enough, why would I want to go too too deep and reveal something that would put a stamp of disapproval on my already fragile and scarred beating sporadically heart.

What I’ve noticed is, I wasn’t asking thought provoking and deep diving questions such as, “What is your relationship like with your mother/father/sibling(s)? What was it like growing up in your household? What are your thoughts about marriage/children/religion? How do you and God get down? What are YOUR deal breakers/red flags? What are your flaws? Why did your last relationship end? Or something as simple as “What is your favorite color?” Sure, I could have the light fact finding conversation, unveiling fun tidbits in terms of thoughts on traveling, where they grew up, do they love restaurants… Which are important too for the adventures and love of life. “WHAT?!?! You don’t fly. ANYWHERE?” And, eventually of course I would learn their color of choice. “You love purple. OMG!!! I love purple tooooo.” Geez, who doesn’t love purple?

My thriving and ever nudging intuition would always be present and accounted for as my trusty guide. However, it was often ignored. But, I typically wasn’t asking anything of importance that reached down deep to the core of a human being. I’m speaking of information that would provide the necessary insight into if my love interest is going to be able to BE, DO, and LOVE life and me in the way that feeds my core in a healthy, nurturing, and loving manner. Can your being get down with my being? And, vice versa. Are we simply compatible in our thoughts, beliefs, desires…? And, for whatever is not simpatico for us, at the very least it’s not a violation of my moral fiber or interference in one’s ability to fully CONNECT with ME and ME with YOU. Yet are only normal differences that will occur because after all we are human beings living our own human experience.

Don’t get me wrong. I would eventually learn important life thoughts, positions or ways of being about my love interest either through conversation, observation or intuition. The thing is I just wasn’t in charge and ahead of the process and my destiny. I was paying attention, but I often wasn’t functioning at attention.

What I have found is one red flag and deal breaker after another, often were revealed before even the luscious fifth sealing the deal kiss occurred. Instead, having whether they are a knock me off my socks kisser like fireworks on the Fourth of July as a check mark. Which don’t get me wrong is a must for me like the many weekend Hallmark (I ditched Lifetime a long time ago because all those movies were teaching me the only way to finding and keeping a love interest was to stalk, manipulate, drug or kidnap them.) movies I love to watch because they keep my “I love being in love” spirit romantically grounded. As opposed to seeking out “Do you pray?”, I on the other hand in my true to form “let’s play it as we go along” would roll with it. Sometimes knowing what I know from the first dance, except I wasn’t leading. However, in an effort to just have “Love” I tell my best friend intuition (aka my oversized knot filled gut) “I got this” so go grab me a cocktail (to further dilute my senses) and then go sit your know it all ass down.

What I do know for sure is it’s time to lift the fog and allow myself to see with all three eyes and not from the place of fear and from which is limiting and playing small. I have zero time to waste and wait it out while slowly figuring it out. And, I require not another what could have been avoided heartbreak once I FINALLY remove the avoidant blinders as I tend to my “why you keep doing me like this” beat up heart.

It is rightful for me to see. It is rightful of me to know. It is rightful for me to say no by gracefully declaring “You know you’re amazing. I love that we both love purple. However, you love Lifetime movies and I love Hallmark movies. It’s best that we end this now so we can go back to the business of enjoying our Saturdays and Sundays on our individual lazy day couch.” It is rightful of me to have no less than what I know my spirit requires to evolve, thrive, be nurtured, be safe, and be loved. And, you do too my lovelies. It’s time for us to stop blocking the blessings and start asking the right questions and then LISTENING! Instead of getting out of our own way, on this one we have to be up front, leading the way. I like it to a maestro, taking your rightful place on the podium, leading and becoming in tune and in sync with your symphony as you create the beautiful and flowing melodies of your life.

But, what I also know is before I get to know YOU I must get to know ME. With that said, “Hi Kathryn! Nice to meet you…”  And, then when I meet you my love interest, as my girl Jilly from Philly melodically speaks, ♪♪Let’s take a long walk around the park after dark. Find a spot for us to spark conversation, verbal elation, stimulation. Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations, elevations, maybe we can talk about Surah 31:18…♪♪ BeDoLove –kcb

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Giver or Taker? – Time To Check Yourself

Giver or Taker♪♪Givers are going to giiiiive. And, takers are going to taaaake.♪♪ Yeah I woke up this beautiful August Sunday with a R. Kelly like song in my heart. Goodness, it’s already August.

Who are my givers out there? Show of hands. You. Okay, you. OH! You too. Okay, I see you in the back reluctant to raise your hand. Is it the shame of your unappreciated and often reckless giving that now has you burnt, bruised, and depleted of the free expression of love you once knew? A heart that once overflowed with a giving, free flowing, and selfless love. A heart that is now as coarse as a Saudi Arabia desert sand that is the catalysts of a profusely sweating, disoriented, breathless you who now feels like a how did I get here used up fool.

Oh, lovely it’s okay. We’ve all been there. Yes, me too. And, I’m here to tell you it’s not too late to replenish your spirit. To be free again. To trust again. To attract those into your space, that will receive your gifts of love with grace and gratitude. Then reciprocated back to you two-fold and effortlessly from another love being that gets that they too were placed on this earth to be THE GIFT to you, and you and you too! You know how the Universe can and will do.

GIVERS!!! Yeah, I’m talking to you. Okay, wait a minute. You need to listen to this. Time for you to wake up and lift that self-inflicted blinding fog and hear me out like a loud fog horn that’s sounded to alert, wake you up, and guide you to safety. What are afraid to not see? What are you afraid to not BE? GIVERS!!! It’s up to YOU to be conscious and awake to know when you’re being taken and used! Because, most takers are not able to access the situation and question whether they are a giver or taker in a moment, and instead shift with love. It’s not in the takers handbook titled “I Take Therefore I Am”. Because when they are in it to win it at all cost, THEY ARE IN IT. Because, their Ego somehow has convinced them that they deserve everything that comes to them even at the expense of breaking down another’s spirit.

Keep in mind that takers are not one dimensional. Some may think that unhealthy taking only involves taking one’s money or gifts. You know those material types of things. Like this months rent from the sugah daddy or sugah momma whose looking for any bit of love and a caressing back rub. Even if it’s a lie “You know baby that I love.” Or the conceited flexing and flossing of a red bottom shoe purposely sashaying through the club looking for the first OG posted up in the corner popping bottles. Just as fast as the blink of a batted eye it can all disappear at that moment when the late night clock gongs and that sexy shoe has now turned into an ugly toothless crackhead pumpkin. KARMA! BEWARE: Real crafty takers have an art of thanking you and telling you how grateful they are only to return eventually and sh*t on you with their actions, and I’m better than you words. Be prepared.

Real talk! Taking can also occur on an emotional and physical level. Verbal abuse. Physical abuse. Financial abuse. Or how about this. It could also be that you’re always there for someone. However, they are like a thief in the midst of a cold, heartless night. They being unavailable when you need them most with a compassionate ear while exhaling over a glass of wine or with a ride to the emergency room as you are looking to heal your unfulfilled, damaged and broken heart.

Givers it’s up to YOU to govern yourselves accordingly. First know your BOUNDARIES! Access what feels good versus what doesn’t. Listen to your spirit because it is your voice that is there to love you and guide you. You know when your gut/intuition is screaming out to you singing ♪♪Stop the love you save may be your own.♪♪ Be COURAGEOUS enough to SPEAK UP and voice your feelings, concerns, and boundaries. Perhaps a verbal declaration is not necessary. Making a pact with yourself and acting accordingly could be enough to move forward. ALERT: Understand that most takers will not understand your change of heart. Let’s face it, you gave to them so long that it has become their normal pick-me-up first thing in the morning cup of Joe. So be prepared for them to victim you. They will cleverly confuse, shame, and guilt you to have you feel bad. And what else? They will make it about them as they continue their quest to take more and more and more. This will be where you will have to decide what is more important to YOU. Is it more important to give to someone that does not LOVE and APPRECIATE you? All because of the fear that they might vamoose out of your life to another waiting in the wings looking for love in all the wrong places being. Or because you don’t believe a true love being, whether they may be a lover, friend or family member can come along and fill a void, but this time lovingly and with compassion and gratitude.

I’m almost done here, but I first must ask you this. How can you attract and truly love another who also lovingly loves you if you don’t even know how to love and care for you? I know. I know. You as a giver, love and care a great deal about them. I get it. But, what about YOU? Are you your own taker? You must know that YOU deserve YOU too. The peaceful, joyful, fun, and loving YOU. Trust me. I understand the fear. But, the moment you start to take care of you, be true to you, and love up on you, you’ll start to experience a shift. You will begin to attract to your life those love beings and things that the Universe has ALWAYS had waiting for YOU. You deserve to be the loving giver and nurturer to you too so that you can be a healthy giver to others. So I ask again, “What about YOU?” You have it in YOU. It’s okay to CHOOSE YOU! TRUST YOU! TRUST Mother, Father, God, The Universe! And, KNOW it will, and you will be just fine. Time to be CONFIDENT! Be BOLD! Be FEARLESS! Be AUTHENTICALLY LOVING! Time to BeDoLoveGIVE! –kcb

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Be YOU! – Nerds (and Geeks) Do Do it Better!

BeDoLoveNERD (GEEK) SOULS UNITE! Hi! My name is Kathryn, and I’m a nerd. Oh and a geek too. Hiiiiiiii, Kaaaathrrrryyyn!

Hey, You! HELLLLOOOOO!!! Let me holla at you for a minute. Yes, YOU! You, trying to act all hard and like you can’t just be silly and do some crazy out the box ish. Like you too cooooool for school. Trust me when I tell you that nerds do have more fun.

I'm A Card Carrying Member of the Nerd (Geed) Soul MovementWhile at a Farmers Market recently in Baltimore (which by the way Bmore is on the come up), a sistah randomly stopped me to check out a t-shirt I was wearing (was gifted to me that morning-thank you). The t-shirt said, “Nerds Do It Better”. My fellow nerd souljah had connected with the wearable declaration, and we commenced to having a playful yet real exchange that ended with me saying “We gotta claim it.” And, she responding with, “It’s about time.” Our very brief encounter was quite fulfilling and plenty nourishment for the spirit. She got it. She gets how we’ve been suffocating, holding back often all in the name of how it might look. What a refreshing exchange it was. It was a true NERDS SOUL UNITE moment.

I imagine it started at a very early age for you. You know that moment that a vampire sucked the free-spirited energy out of you (this can also apply to dream snatchers). You were acting all silly. Clowning around. Talking to your imaginary friend. Dancing in that corny kind of rhythm less nation Saturday morning cartoon way. ♪♪ So when you’re happy (HURRAAAY). Or sad (AWWW!) Or frightened (Eeeek)… An interjection starts a sentence right!♪♪ And, mama or nana said, “Child stop acting so silly. Stop it. Sit cho butt down.” Or if you got Trinidadian peeps like me it would sound like “Tek care before I buss some licks on yuh backside.” HA!!! And, you not quite believing their seriousness, smirked and continued acting like you were cookooooo for cocoa puffs. And, then you failed the ultimate test of a hot summers day menopausal (yoooooo hot flashes will make a saint of all saints morph in to Lucifer the incarnate) patience as the wrath of big mama (or that Trini wrath) came down on you.

Nerd 2Perhaps you were often silenced. Not listened to. Criticized. Or for you it could have been more traumatic. That moment that the ultimate of violations occurred and your innocence was stolen from a suffering thief who was trusted with the most beautiful precious goods, in this case, an innocent young life. Many victims still living yet not living as they are caught up moving through life with the walking dead.

Nerd 4Now after the spirit assassinators moved forth with their lives oblivious to their transgressions or not oblivious at all as they deliberately attempted (and oftentimes succeeded) to kill your spirit, your path probably took one of three directions. 1. Your spirit silently vowed even at that young age that no one would steal your joy. You smirked, cried it off, and kept it moving with determined reckless abandon to ultimate success. However that looked for you. “Look at me. Look at me. I’m a unicorn.” 2. It had a profound effect on you. However, not enough that it would ultimately doom you to a consistent life of pain and boredom. But, at times had you noticeably tight-wound. Yet, thankful with the ability to self-diagnose the unattractive vampire symptoms, and subsequently being able to check yourself, process, regroup, and proceed to go all out in full nerddom. Ummmm… Yeah, I fall into this category. 3. You were so wronged that your free spirit and self-esteem were shattered. The inner child was prematurely put to death and you began to fall into a downward spiral of perfection, pleasing others, worrying about how you or it looks, and choosing to not dance like someone was not watching. As the beat of your own drum was lost forever. Hence, the student now became the perpetrator/teacher now shunning others because of their displays of nerddom and living their lives out loud. Passive aggressively inviting them into your soulless home because after all crabs do hate to die alone in a barrel.

But, trust it’s never too late to turn the tide. You can pack up and choose to take up residence in a joyful nerd accessorized home. How? It’s easy. BE YOU! Whatever that is. Tap into your passion(s) and LIVE it. It’s never too late to be the person you were put on this earth to be. Oh, and LAUGH. Laugh at any and everything, including you. Be silly.

Michelle is Down With The Nerd (Geek) Soul Movement

Childhood Buddy Michelle is Down With The Nerd (Geek) Soul Movement

DO YOU! Ride a horse. Stare at pictures and statues in a museum. Climb a mountain. Go bird watching. Read a book. Lots of them. Star gaze. Go to the opera. Play chess. Join a band. “This one time in band camp.” Or simply wave your hands like you just don’t care.

BE YOU! Be an astrophysicist, librarian, curator, gardener, ballerina, genealogist…

LOVE YOU, others, and life! Forgive and learn to trust again. Not only others but also yourself. Be loving, compassionate, affirming, nurturing, and kind. Embrace your and others uniqueness.

Nerd 1I must admit that sometimes I allow myself to get caught up in the world of others who knowingly or unknowingly attempt to cease and desist me exploring and living a fun and purposeful life. Or who don’t get me or life and therefore rain on my playful displays of joy, silliness, and gut busting laughter. Sometimes I am unknowingly hypnotized and become the vampire towards others or even turning on myself. But, through it all I work (you got to put in the work to stay on the road of self-love and nerddom) at getting out of my own way and channeling my inner child as I continue to be cookooooo for cocoa puffs. And, by doing this I without a word but with action give others permission to do the same. You see how that works? Join me! Pleeeeaaassseeee! The movement needs you. YOU NEED YOU!

So it’s time to lighten up. Time to laugh as often as possible until your gut is about to bust (YO Dereine we are way overdue.). To dance silly and wild. Shoot you remember Ellen from Seinfeld and how she would get down? Full on so you think you can dance nerddom.Nerd 6

Your inner child deserves to breathe, exhale, and live freely. So by all means it’s okay to think and do outside of the box. Matter of fact Rule #1 of Nerddom is you MUST think and do outside of the box. Boxes are nerd’s kryptonite. If you’re worried about what anyone is going to think, don’t. It’s your world. It’s your joy. It’s your freedom. It’s your life to live. And, you deserve to live it as outrageously as you possibly can. Ride the wheels of nerddom and geekdom until they fall off.

SIDEBAR: One more thing. Forgive! Forgive! Forgive those jerks from your ruined Christmas past of reindeer sweater haters. And, forgive you because if nothing else you’re stuck with you for the rest of your life. That’s another blog post in the making. But for now, live your life out loud. The Nerd (Geek) Soul Movement needs you.

Find Your Voice! And, BeDoLove like a nerd/geek! — kcb

“Dedicated to my Nerd/Geek Soul Movement Squad.”

Baltimore-DC Caribbean Carnival Parade 2015 - Mud Mas

Baltimore-DC Caribbean Carnival Parade 2015 – Mud Mas

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Breathe Lil Brown Sugah! BREATHE!: A Charleston AME June Night

The Charleston Emanuel AME Church Shootings: I’ve experienced much thoughtful, passionate, and intellectual talk (personal conversations or through social media) regarding the lives taken at Emanuel AME Church. There’s been much conversation regarding the killer. And, debates regarding the Confederate flag have now taken the lead. However, my mind and heart have been firmly planted on the five-year-old survivor. I’ve heard no conversation regarding her. She (and the four other survivors) is not to be ignored. My new blog post titled “Breathe Lil Brown Sugah! BREATHE!: A Charleston AME June Night” is my tribute to her.

It was a Wednesday like any other unassuming yet seeking and wanting to be fulfilled Bible Study Wednesday night in Charleston, SC. Ironic that Charleston is known as “The Holy City”. And, in recent years has been recognized as one of the most friendly, polite or hospitable cities in the U.S. Yet that was all lost (or was it ever really true) in a blink of a moment due to a lost soul. Actually due to many lost souls as he was just one of many unfortunate messengers who succeeded in being initiated in.

Emanuel AME Church

Emanuel AME Church

The chosen few gathered in the open arms of the historically, strong, proud, and standing tall Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. They came for their own reasons, their own seasons. Just like many before them. Since the 1800s, hundreds of thousands of saints have come to “Mother Emanuel” due to its rich and proud legacy. Coming for it’s spiritual guidance mixed with heavy doses of prayer, healing, hope, faith, and love.

Lil Brown Sugah

But, on this particular Wednesday there was one special guest for the evening. Not who you think I may be speaking of. This special guest was lovely, young, and oh so innocent. She being a lil brown sugah that delighted all with just the existence of HER BEING in the space. Because with her you knew there was promise and hope from the already sometimes unloving, pain-filled, and uncertain world.

Perhaps this was Lil brown sugah‘s have no choice regular Wednesday night bonding activity. Sitting next to her grandmother and attentively absorbing all that she could only to later impersonate Pastor Clementa Pinckney, on her made up soap box as children do. Or perhaps the ritual was one of a fidgety child, anxious to move about and see what she could get in to. “Chile get out of that water in that bowl.” “Sit down.” Or an expertly maneuvered silent scolding by Grandma Sanders with Lil brown sugah being glanced at with THAT look. You know THAT look that’s enough to stop even a ferocious grizzly bear in it’s tracks.

As they were settling into Bible study, another guest silently arrived that June evening. He was quite different from the others. But as WE always do, WE with grace, politely welcomed him into the fold so that he too may take part in the healing words and teachings. “All are welcome. All may come.” Now of course a curious look was given cause we ain’t no fools. But, dismissed nonetheless because we can be a trusting and welcoming people, especially in the safe harbors of the house of the Lord. Not thinking much about him except that he could be of the Eminem or Robert Thicke type “where’d you get your DNA” cool dudes who were visiting just to see how we rock with Jesus and his crew. Perhaps being an ♪♪“intellectual, but the fear is just the same.”♪♪

But, that Lil brown sugah in her rawest and purest form was not be deceived or ignored. You know how children are with their bold and aggressive art of observing and staring one down with that not yet blurred third eye. Being sure to let you know “I see YOU”. And, perhaps to steal a smile or two while hypnotically inviting you to play peekaboo.

I imagine that’s how it went down that night when the innocent child met her unknowing thief of the night. Lil brown sugah saw him. She acknowledged him. He was not to be ignored. Until that unfaithful moment, he too became restless as he fumbled and brandished that cowardly weapon, his birthday gun that was no toy. At that moment, she realizing that the game was real because it involved playing dead instead of that all too familiar ♪♪peekaboooooo I seeeeee yoooouuu♪♪ endless fun.

One hour! ONE WHOLE HOUR he remained. Not even the grace and kindness of our people, the sweet and melting smiles of Lil brown sugah, or the teachings of our most merciful God could penetrate his already poisonous flowing veins that fed straight to his confused and severely damaged heart.

The innocent Lil brown sugah not alone as she was shielded, but alone to be courageous enough to fend for her own life. She pretending to lay nonexistent in hopes of avoiding the soon chalk formation of her breathless life. Silencing her own precious beating heart. Did her only five-year-old mind comprehend what was happening? You know we tend to discount the knowledge a child possesses. However, Lil brown sugah in her rawest form became raw no more as her sugar was instantly coated with the poisoned words and actions of a lost and sick mind. Of one possessing a heart of hardened stone.

Blazing up the trail of those Bible studying repenting souls who hopefully in their final moments were instantly lifted up into peace, even if they had not yet seeked repentance. Wouldn’t they get a pass? Surely THEY would get a pass!? Admitted on the express line to heaven. Allowed to cut the line right through the pearly gates of a now infinite time. VIP STATUS for you and you and you… With POPPED corks saying YES to a heavenly destiny reached even if they thought it was way before their time. ♪♪“We started from the bottom now we’re heyah.” ♪♪

But, Lil brown sugah, raw no more is left here. LEFT HERE?!?! Yes and grandma too. WHY?!?! Was it the bookends of their existence that spared them their lives? The still yet realized life of the young. And, a wisdom filled life of a loving grandma fighting for life for herself and her young.

But, that Lil brown sugah continues to be on my heart. Why would this be her fate? Would it be to live their dreams as their newly appointed legacy? To speak their truth? To comfort her grandmother in times of sorrow for she lost her son “Tywanza the poet and peacemaker” that Wednesday night too? Lil brown sugah left here in hopes that she can be all she is to be. One day so eloquently speaking the words of her truth like she witnessed time and time again watching the pastor speak his truth of the love of God. Of faith. Of hope. Of unconditional love. Of courage. Of perseverance. Of forgiveness. Surely God will be on that list. “Grandma, why would God let this happen?” After all it did take place in his home.

We can only hope for Lil brown sugah‘s healing, for this can surely be a haunting experience not only attacking her in her night sweat dreams, but also embodying her every waking day that she breathes. I pray she knows she can now breathe. Hoping that her Angels will not hesitate to visit her whenever she has fallen and can’t get up. Gently providing her still growing body with much needed CPR. Her appointed Angel(s) from time to time gently shaking her and whispering to her “Breathe Lil brown sugah. BREATHE!”

Top it off with what might be the counterproductive thoughts of those diagnosed with survivor’s remorse. “I’M ALIIIIIIVE!” “Dayum I’m alive. Why me?” See, demons can be vicious and latch on to one’s soul so tight that eventually they become part of the family. You know the one member you’d rather not attend the reunion. You don’t even invite. However, they always seem to show up and suck the honey out of the many reaching out for life branches of an abundant ring tree.

Damn that thief of the night. We know them so well. You know you do. You know that moment in your oblivious ♪♪laaaa la laaaa la laaaaa♪♪ younger days. That moment, that millisecond when your innocence was snatched from you from your own thief of the night. The moment that hurt being injured your spirit that you no longer thought or moved in a naïveté, I can do anything bold kind of way. The Lil princess or prince now banished to the forest to join the wolves. No longer dancing with them, but moving through life with a side eye of reluctance, while fighting for dear life. “Can I trust?” “Can I achieve?” “Can I feel?” “Can I love.” “Can I just BREATHE!” Questioning moments of one’s worthiness and soul destined paths. You remember the moment or maybe you might not as it subconsciously debilitates you even right now. Right.Freaking.Now! But, Lil brown sugah will remember that moment for the rest of her life. Forever and ever, Amen! The repeat reel will play over and over again in her head and broken heart. “To murder Black people”, was his reasoning he obnoxiously said. Where even at this tender young age, it is made clear to Lil brown sugah that in OUR America, Black Lives Do Not Matter through her no longer color blind eyes. Yeah, Lil brown sugah will remember that moment for the rest of her life. Forever and ever, Amen!

My prayer for you Lil brown sugah is that you will heal from the tragic memories of witnessing the nine Black precious blood shed lives stolen. My prayer is peace and grace for you Lil brown sugah. You are faceless and nameless to me, but I still SEE YOU! I still HEAR YOU! You are me. You are humanity. I still pray you will heal from your pain and once again BREATHE and exhale with ease. BREATHE and be FREE with absolutely no fear of being seen.

Lil brown sugah, I pray you will find the will to LIVE, TRUST, HOPE, BELIEVE, and LOVE! That you will have the unconditional love and support of a nurturing village, full of compassion and patience. That your recent stunted growth will be for a short time only to be birthed with wisdom and an abundance of love. And, that you Lil brown sugah, you will BLOOOOOM like a radiant flower. That you Lil brown sugah will BECOME the BEAUTIFUL and VIBRANT butterfly SOARING and BEING all you were destined to be before you were even birthed into this promising yet confusing world.

Peace to you Lil brown sugah. I hope one day you will have the peace of heart to live and love, pausing for many, many more moments to steal a smile or two like you did when you once played peekaboo. The peace of heart to BREATHE! To BeDoLove!

To Those That Transitioned: May all be resting in peace on the other side of those pearly gates. Embracing Lil brown sugah, Grandma Sanders, Mrs. Pinckney and her daughter, the third unknown survivor, and your family, friends and the world as our Angels.

To All of Us As Survivors: We are a strong people rich in beauty, personality, courage, character, intellect, culture, perseverance, and so so sooo much more. These qualities are firmly embedded in our DNA’s from those way before our time. We can’t be held down. We can’t be silenced. So scream, shout, cuss, cry, grieve… Do want you have to do. It’s okay. In the end, we will always ROAR!!! We will always BREATHE! Because, indeed “Black Lives Do Matter”. All of humanity matters. Peace to all in Charleston and those far and wide. –kcb BeDoLove

Backstory: I began writing this Thursday, June 17, 2015. It was the night after the Emanuel AME Church shooting in Charleston, SC. I sat at work feeling very heavy, yet also intermittently distracted from the day’s work. However, while everyone talked and posted on social media about those who were killed and the killer, I couldn’t get the five-year-old survivor out of my mind and heart. The moment I left work she came to me again, and I began composing this in my head while driving. I could not afford to let the thoughts pass me by. I wrote a good amount of this that night while at Half Note Lounge, while celebrating a friend’s birthday, head nodding and taking time to enjoy the moment by dancing and singing to the band Be’la Dona. All for Lil brown sugah. And, I continued to write and tweak throughout the weekend and early part of this week. And, here I am.

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The Art of Living

In the past couple of weeks, I’ve either had conversations with or have come across friends posting about loved ones unexpectedly transitioning. I’ve experienced a common theme with each conversation/post. That is that with each life that has passed there is a wake-up call and a longing self-analysis of how one is living. The constant reminder is that tomorrow is not promised, life is indeed short and is not to be wasted. I would say that “You have been gifted with this precious life to LIVE and LOVE among the living. You do have a purpose(s). Silence yourself. Patiently listen to and allow your Soul to speak to you for It loves you, knows why you are here, and wants you to walk gracefully into your full potential. The time is now to soar into the life that is eagerly awaiting just for you to gift to us.”

Today I acknowledge and honor my dear friend and “Sistah Soul” Valerie, who couldn’t have summed it up any better during a recent Facebook post. Valerie profoundly said, “Don’t let yourself settle for existing. Do whatever you have to do in action, intention and thought to LIVE today… EVERY today.”

Here is all that Valerie was moved to say as The Universe worked through her. Thank you Valerie for being an open vessel to live and breathe the word and deliver it to those who are ready to receive it. Enjoy all! And, go forth and BeDoLove like your life depended on it. ONWARD!!! BeDoLove – kcb

Valerie’s Song:

My "Sistah Soul" Valerie“I’ve learned of 4 occasions just THIS WEEKEND of someone passing somewhat unexpectedly and in each case… MUCH too soon.  People who would be my peers or sadly — even younger.  That’s both painful and scary.  It also puts things into perspective and I’m sitting here wrapping my mind around who I am, who I still wish to become… What I believe in most of all.

Don’t let yourself settle for existing.  Do whatever you have to do in action, intention and thought to LIVE today… EVERY today.  Love HARD!  Celebrate the small wins while you shake off and learn from every misstep.  IF you didn’t die — it’s just not that serious and you get another chance in the morning!!!  Don’t give up on dreams, on people or on promises you make to yourself or to others.

KISS often and deeply… CONNECT to your partner, your spouse .. your lover EVERY chance you can.  In any and every way that you can.  And always keep that connection sacred … LOVE is precious and it needs tending.  Speak and listen in LOVE, strive to be each other’s shelter.  Remember always that love truly is a GIFT.

Forgive those that hurt you and try to love them as their imperfect self, exactly for who and for where they are and accept that the way they love you in return is good.. and is enough!

Give thanks.  Be the type of person who enjoys every tiny little joy … I swear the Universe rewards that type of thinking with even MORE abundance!

Pray.  For the gift of insight, patience… tolerance and compassion.  Because I really believe that when we possess these things, all other blessings will flow.

I’ve lost my way more times than I care to count.  I’ve made mistakes, wronged loved ones and caused my share of hurt and disappointment.  But, despite all of that — I was blessed with Today.  God/The Universe has decided yet again that my story is not yet done.  So, I pray I always see that as a miracle in itself and I KEEP ON TRYING.

For those of you experiencing loss, I send you light and love and pray your heart is lifted up in the knowledge that the other side is a beautiful place… a reward for our faith.

In faith and in gratitude. #Onward” –Valerie Hall

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Amazing Grace – The Universe is Providing and Guiding!

Amazing Grace1Goodness! That moment when I feel Spirit moving all through me, especially touching my heart, and breathing life in to my soul. “WAKE UP!!!”

Goodness! I’m pretty overwhelmed, yet open with the outpouring of messages and messengers/angels on earth who continue to bless my life. It is true when they say that “When the student is ready the teacher(s) will appear.” It has certainly occurred other times throughout my life at the perfect time. Seemingly every few years I start yearning for something more spiritually enlightening for my life, and BAM! The messenger and opportunity appears.

Summer Reading Assignments

Summer Reading Assignments

This morning I literally had bedside church service. Just an organic conversation with a friend/the messenger where I received the message. Got a testimony. And you know how you leave church with notes and good spiritual messages, I was provided with that and two books, “Dream Language – The Prophetic Power of Dreams, Revelations, and the Spirit of Wisdom” and “African Spirituality: On Becoming Ancestors”. Oh, and church smoothly journeyed in to an emotional tear filled closing jazzy musical rendition of Amazing Grace by Marcus Miller on the saxophone. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Je7JS160g-k Ending with an AMEN! Who are you? Who sent you?

Mother, Father, God, the Universe is really something else. This movement going on in me and of me right now is welcoming and amazing, but quite scary too. It’s crazy. Those two books that were suggested to me are based on two topics that have been following me around with curious nudging and now a loving this is you and of you pounding for quite some time. Receiving them moved me so much and this is why:

  1. Dreams: I often dream very vividly. Yes I do sometimes dream in color. The first time I realized it I noticed the color in some curtains, particularly green. I often have reoccurring dreams. About my grandmother Mildred (R.I.P.). About the house my Aunt Barbara (R.I.P.) owned in Staten Island that I spent a lot of time at with my cousins as a child and teen. Can’t get somewhere (often involves me in the subways of New York City). Can’t dial a number. Running away from serious, violent, chaotic events that involve a lot of people frantically moving about and some of them trying to get me. Pulling globs of mucous out my mouth (one of the most bizarre reoccurring dreams I have). Apartment I grew up in Brooklyn. You know when I think about it, a lot of my dreams take place in Brooklyn, at Howard University, and even at the high school I attended. Hmmmmm…

Amazing GraceI’ve dreamed vividly since I was a child. Once my boy Ron “MF” Davis (R.I.P.) gave me a dream journal. I never quite used it. I think he is pounding it in to me again. “Get in touch with your dreams and what they mean flower.” Especially the dream (but seems more real than a dream) of the force holding me down and I’m fighting to get FREE. One time I even saw a body or silhouette of the force. It was a man in all black. I shared about this dream during our organic service today. It is by far the scariest of all dreams and because of it there are certain things I do in order to keep me safe and ensure it doesn’t visit me. However, a couple of occasions I’ve been told I need to face it while in the midst of the dream. Although that particular dream (or real life experience) hasn’t happened in a while, perhaps I still need to get down to the bottom of who/what it is. Ask it what it wants? What message is it here to deliver? Do I need it? Does it need me? I believe dreams are definitely messages that if we really get down to the meaning of them we can learn so much about us, life, the people in our lives, and how to or not to navigate and move through our life and with people.

  1. Death/Ancestors: Death is also something that I’ve had a fascination with for many many many years. I remember as far back as my 20s. Often thinking about it so much that I didn’t want to tell others for the fear they would think I was crazy. What if a certain loved one died? What if I die? What happens when we die? About two years before Ron (Yes him again. Hence why he is one of the people I dedicated my entire BeDoLove blog to.) transitioned he started a spiritual/transformational type school which was to go for three years. The first year focused a lot on what? Death! I loved it. I started to not feel so crazy but instead embraced the mystery of death. Reading and talking about what could possibly happen to us after we die. Is there life after death? Where do we go? Do I really feel my ancestors in my space, still loving and guiding me?

Well after that first year Ron became ill and he passed. Trust I knew that class was no accident. Those that took it were profoundly blessed and prepared with what was to come when he physically left this here earth. Without it I don’t think I would have been able to deal with his passing the way I did/have. Sure I still grieve, weep, and miss him tremendously. But, I believe it’s a healthy weep and grieve. Because, I do celebrate and honor him. Write about him. Talk about him. Invite him in to spaces (or he often invites himself) when I travel or I dance… And, I now feel even more connected to my grandmother Mildred, Aunt Barbara, Margo, and Camesha. All who touched my life in lasting and beautiful ways. As well as many other of my angels. Our angels.

Old School pic of Aunt Barbara and Grandma Mildred.  And, Ron

Old School pic of Aunt Barbara and Grandma Mildred. And, Ron

So I have some reading (I got my reading cut out for me this summers), listening, learning, and growing to do. When I received the message to create this BeDoLove movement, I knew it would open me up more to receiving, holding myself accountable, and ultimately inspiring. I can’t wait to continue blooming in to the being I was put on this earth to be. I’m excited.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found;

Was blind, but now I see.

Please join me! Will you? Let’s tap in to you too and what beautiful revelations Mother, Father, God, the Universe has in store for you. It’s never ever too late. The time is now. Don’t be scuuuurrred! Because it will all be in the name of BeDoLove and honoring your true you. Namaste –kcb

PS: My muse for this post is Tenecia who was my morning minister today. And, to all of my ancestors/angels who love and guide me. I dedicate this blog post to you as I honor and love you.

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The Chosen YOU!

Choose YougUltimately everyone wants to hear those three glowing words. So I bet you thought I was going to say “I Love You”? Sure hearing “I Love You” is beautiful and lovely to hear. And, those three words can bring about tears to even a grown man’s eyes.

But, there are three other simple words that speak volumes that are even more profoundly moving to hear. And, they are… Hold up. I really want you to hear this. Are you ready? You sure now? Because it’s real and true and I want you to feel it when I say it like I do. (taking a deep slow thoughtful breath) “I.Choose.You”. Can you hear it as I whisper it? Come here. Lean in. Listen. No! Just stop for a moment. Drown out the noise of invited distractions that keep you from what you really want, so that you can hear what it is that you really want. Listen. “I Choose You”. I bet you even visualized my plump lips moving in a deliberate yet soft puckered motion as I spoke it. Feeling my words slowly move about your body as it finally lands on your curled up toes. It breeding such feelings of acceptance. Doesn’t it? You know it.

Choose YoufNow just stop for a moment again and play those words of truth and strength in your head and feel it with your heart. Feel those words of ultimate acceptance run through your veins as the blood slowly flows brightly to your beating and wanting heart. Okay. You want me to say it again huh? This time I’ll say it slowly yet purposefully so that you know this ain’t child’s play but a grown folks winning it all game. “I Choooooose Yooooouu!” Wow! How amazing is that. You like that? Feels good huh? It’s what you always wanted to hear. Knowing it was meant only for you and not coming from some two timing talking out the side of their neck fool.

Let’s face it; everyone wants to be the chosen one. It is what IS! It’s all of what we want in every single aspect of life. If they tell you different in that sometimes proud I don’t need anyone or anything, I’m good type of way, they are painfully lying to you and their selves in order to shield the longing and painful existence of their lonely left out heart. The painful heart of a child that is now carrying the weight of the adult that is still lost in a world of merry go round mishaps of people that just didn’t get your worth. Or maybe just maybe the Universe just didn’t deem that situation as your destined truth. Either way, when we are finally and authentically are chosen, it creates a refreshing exhale of the most high, validation and feeling of love. Bringing forth the thought of “I Matter” because after all YOU do.

Choose YouHow might that look for you to be chosen? You got the job. You’re my best friend. Being picked first for a game of tag. You’re a new homeowner. You’ve been accepted in to the school/program of choice. Congratulations president. Invited to the hottest party of the year. The first sight of the beautiful baby you birthed that choose you as they enter this new world. And, especially, especially with our most intimate heart felt, butterfly in the stomach inducing relationships that move us to do things we would never do for another.Choose Youb

“I Choose You!” It says that in spite of you with all seen and unseen that it doesn’t matter because in this moment you are perfect in all of your imperfections. I love you for YOU. It’s what really has us to sleep soundly and peacefully at night. And, wake joyously to another morning with the all-knowing feeling that fairy tales can come true whatever that is for you. It awakens the senses. Everything looks so much brighter, smells so much sweeter, and tastes so much more delectable… Walking now like you’re on air and you own the world with a cool pep in your step. “Shaft!  Can you dig it.”

I choose your smile. I choose your hips. I choose your laugh. I choose your strength. I choose your sensitivities. I choose your belly. I choose your insecurities. I choose your snore. I choose your intellect.  I choose your dreams, hopes, and desires. I choose your chocolate dark skin. I choose that you’re a talker. I choose your children. I choose your corny jokes. I choose your quiet nature. I choose you and the life that is waiting just for us. All it means is that I love, honor, and respect you for YOU.

Choose Youe

But, a few words of advice. The chosen must be ready to be chose in order to attract to their life what is truly meant to be. Be open to hearing what path The Universe, Spirit, and your Soul are leading you to. Be as healthy as possible emotionally, mentally, and physically so you’re able to TRUST that VOICE. Be clear on what you want and what will and won’t work for you and your valuable life. Just because you’re being chosen doesn’t always mean you should choose them or it. Always respect and honor you and your truth. Know that you matter. But, hear me when I say this, YOU CAN DO THE CHOOSEN TOO!!! That’s the beauty of life and where your power also stands.

Now go ahead, because that beautiful and bright beet red rose swaying in the deliciously light wind of a sun drenched spring day is calling out to you. Choose it. Pick it. Smell it. (mmmmmm…) Choose you. Choose her. Choose him. Choose me. “I Choose You!” Choose to BeDoLove! Namaste. kcb

 

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