You ever hear, touch, smell, taste, or see something that resonates with you so much that it sends awakening chills and affirms your ever communicating to you Soul. On this beautiful Sunday, I experienced a beautiful and melodic song/video of Stevie Wonder & Sting singing the profound lyrics of “Fragile” which brought forth tears from my longing heart. My tears flowing with the continuous longing for relationships where we know we’ve all had our experiences of disappointments and deep rooted pain. And, in that there is respect, compassion, nurturing, and love which leads to mutual healing for each other because NONE are exempt.

A swirling smoke released wish from the heart of another knowing that I am fragile too. And, because I too am fragile (again NONE are exempt) I see, I feel, I hear the fragile in you. And, when I say “I got YOU” you’ll know it’s true because we all deserve to run bare feet and be free in the vibrantly green meadows of flowers in richly colored bloom.

Today I humbly request of you to have feelings of compassion for another who in this moment is not able to see the light through their pain. To see. To hear. To feel. To nurture. To forgive. To love unconditionally. To plant your feet firmly before the beautiful made from God soul regardless of their many gut punches sending bolting, stinging, and conflicting “is this really love” messages to your heart of gold. This with the hope that one day they get IT/YOU and the punches turn into words, actions, and touches of love on their soft place to land because they now get themselves too. You only retreating if it becomes too much that you have to throw in the towel because your heart can no longer be subjected to another round for it triggers and causes your spirit to now die slowly too.

And, to those in the midst of the pain I charge you with letting the tall rusted bars that separate you from another and more importantly yourself, swing open with trust. To see. To hear. To feel. I repeat, to TRUST. To love YOU. To love them. To courageously speak your truth and articulate what you really need. This is so imperative for true compassion to exist. Because, only then can another understand and give from a place that will aid in bringing the bright beet red color back to your beautiful, deserving, and wanting beating heart. But, understand you too must stand firm in your trusting, forgiving, and healing to cease the continuous acts of projecting that alienates and therefore sabotage and breathes dragon like life to your self-fulfilling prophecies of “I don’t matter.” “And, neither do you.”

We all deserve to walk through this divinely ordered life with the gift of giving and receiving love ultimately setting and keeping us free. A freedom that catapults us to living a humane life of abundantly filled love, compassion, kindness, gratitude, and being in service to why we were put here in this moment, to begin with. Simply, be good to yourself and each other. ♪♪Lest we forget how fragile we are… How fragile we are, how fragile we are… ♪♪ Peace! Love! Namaste! BeDoLove!

RIP Ron “MF” Davis, Master Coach, Master Friend, and Master Spirit!!!

Happy Birthday to my dear friend Ron Davis, who was “IS” a beautiful, freshly sharpened and blinging double-edged sword of a spiritual mentor transported from the serene backwoods of Bali deliberately balanced with an around the way straight up concrete jungle New York City/Queens boy. Ron, that exact way of being is what had and continues to have me in love with the essence of YOU. The essence which secretly gave those you were real with, permission in knowing we don’t have to be pigeonholed into how it looks or being one dimensional. Being comfortable in our skin was the order of the day knowing that that we can cozy up, exhale, and luxuriate on our favorite velvety chair sipping a hot cup of soothing chamomile tea after a day of hanging out and cutting up with our homies on an around the way park bench guzzling a paper bag covered cold 40 of Ole E.

RIP Ron “MF” Davis, Master Coach, Master Friend, and Master Spirit!!!

When I think about it now, your life was short but boy did you pack a punch of purposeful living in those “no time to waste” years. You walked the talk of LIVING OUT LOUD with LOVE. So much so I find no matter the years that have passed, the feelings of loss remain. I still miss you. I still grieve the loss of your physical presence. I still mourn not being able to pick up the phone and hear your voice morning, noon or late night. We shared so much dope filled amazingness and life’s “Man, are you serious?” craziness with each other that a void continues to exist. I miss our one of a kind connection. That all-knowing, yet I still love you and will rock with you connection. You were my safe place to land. However, as I continue to heal and move through this thing called life, my full on meltdowns that swooped down on me with no notice because it’s still unbelievable don’t happen nearly as often. However, my continuous healing and loving heart yearns for your voice, your wisdom, your booming laugh, your “fuck that/them”, and your unconditional love.

However, I have solace in knowing that you were and still ARE just now as an ancestor. I am grateful that you loved me like none other. I am delightfully reminded of you through my spiritual enlightenment (you see your girl flexing), song, dance, laughter, and writing. In unexpected moments, I hear you laugh; I channel your house music leg stretch, wave, and tap. I strongly feel your presence especially when I travel. It is refreshing that I can always count on you to be my road dog. Sometimes even to and from work.

DC Caribbean Carnival – Somewhere Around 1998

I am stronger, wiser, bolder, loving, and lovable as a result of your many thoughtful and take no shit life’s lessons. Those lessons are forever embedded in my spirit so much so that I live, I breathe, I write, I BeDoLove. Certainly, you knew before I knew. With every word I read in order to stretch and become further spiritually enlightened, every word I write to express and inspire, every word I speak to share my story or help guide another, I feel you there every step of the way, guiding me, and giving me a soft smirk followed by that affirming and exhale causing “very good.” And, now my BeDoLove blogging is morphing into other wonderful areas that require me to be open and fearless all in the name of LIVING my PURPOSE and BEING of LOVE and SERVICE. All along hoping you are proud of me and my curiosity, creativity, movements, gangsta, and growth. Then I get a visual of your soft and warm smirk of affirmation, which has me to soft smirk back as my heart pitter patters with the joy of your soothing visit. It feels good when I feel your presence. I still attempt to channel you in those “what would Ron say” moments as I continue to navigate and be challenged in life and especially love. For you were my gangsta cheerleader, guide, and friend. And, I am now overjoyed in your unwavering presence as my Gangsta Angel.

RIP Ron “MF” Davis, Master Coach, Master Friend, and Master Spirit!!!

Ron, you see, your globetrotting legacy lives on as the many lives that you touched are doing amazing things and transforming lives if only to save themselves. I see so many beautiful visions of those you touched, blooming left, right, and center. The rebirth is real and being televised. Because the gift you gave was showing us all that we matter, have purpose, and can have IT ALL. It is so my friend. And, the beat goes on. Your tireless work will not go down in vain. I thank you my Gangsta Angel. I hope I continue to do you proud as I honor God and you. We all honor you as we continue to do the work, transform ourselves and the world, and “Live Out Loud”.

Stay with me Ron Davis. Please stay with me my Gangsta Angel. Your work is never done. Our work is never done. So, Kathryn Lives! We All Live! And, Ron Lives Still! I love you man. Keep visiting. I need you. We need you. RIP Ron “Mother Fucking” Davis, Master Coach, Master Friend, and Master Spirit!!! Bison Love! “HU! YOU KNOOOOOWWWW!” Ase! BeDoLove

The Police – “Voices Inside My Head” – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V_rVaiveNg

I always wondered what came of Schleprock. It seemed his low to the ground slouching behind packed up and left Bedrock and took up permanent residence in Cleveland. “”Oh wowsie wowsie woo woo. Miserable day, isn’t it?” –Schleprock  That is until June of this year.

Sooooo I get it now. This past weekend I just so happened upon the “30 for 30” ESPN documentary called “Believeland”. Man, I was quite oblivious to the deep rooted pain coming from Cleveland’s one after the other after the other after the other sports failures and major championship losing streaks spanning over 50 years. I mean the “we are about to have it all in less than five minutes, but just can’t pull it off” too many to count moments of the non-triple threat Cleveland professional sports teams. Brick filled gloves of connecting gut punches after gut punches were the only things successfully landing.

Goodness, had I been in the know I would have had a totally different perspective this past NBA final (Cleveland Cavaliers vs. Golden State Warriors) in terms of understanding why it mattered soooooooo much for the Cavs to win. This was truly LIFE or DEATH! These beings (players and all of Cleveland) REALLY needed a win to end a 52 year all sports teams professional championship drought. Not just a win to say they won a championship. But, they needed a win to keep them from jumping, because I’m clear there would have been some jumpers had they lost that championship. A win was necessary to heal their broken in a gazillion pieces heart spanning many many generations. A win required to restore a believing sense of hope in the spirit of a city that couldn’t even get a championship win if they were playing the Bad News Bears.

With that one miraculous NBA final win, you could see the immediate glitter of hope and joy from all Clevelanders. For example, witnessing the love of a grandfather who was able to share that win with his grandson. It was a moment like he could finally stand tall in the face of a younger generation who only glimpsed failure after failure. It’s like past moments of a child looking up and asking, “Poppa, why does God hate us?” Because the child just doesn’t get it. However, in that “send ALL angels in off the bench” moment there was an out of body healing experience for the Cleveland and for so many hearts, especially for my man Earnest Byner. I’m a Giants fan, but I had much love for Byner. He was the truth of a running back. I felt for him and that fumble during the 1987 AFC Championship Game, which has haunted him all through these years. Talk about the guilt he has carried as he talked earlier on in the doc. Fast forward to the end of the doc where you could see Byner come back to life (like the coco brown color literally came back to his skin and the bags lifted from his eyes of nearly 20 years of pain) from the Cavalier’s winning of the 2016 NBA championship title. It was like he won too. Truth be told, that entire city won. It was redemption for all. And, for that am I grateful and happy for them because I wasn’t rooting for them during the series. Or EVER! But, I can appreciate the journey to a joyous outcome. All are redeemed. All order is restored trading in the “””Oh wowsie wowsie…” for ♪♪Cleveland Rocks! Cleveland Rocks!… ♪♪  Although I don’t think Art Modell should try his luck.

From reviewing the doc, I’m reminded that we all have a story. We all have hopes and dreams that if we continue to believe and have faith, they will come to light. I was also reminded if we would just pause for a moment and listen and hear another’s truth (not just the little corner of what is heard or experienced) it could allow for loving moments of compassion and understanding rather than judgment and condemnation. But, one must be willing to authentically and vulnerably share their experience(s). While the listener must be willing to receive the sharing with an open, loving and compassionate heart. With that, I’m wishing for many more joyful and fulfilling moments for Cleveland, for you, for me, and for the world. I’m wishing for a world filled with compassionate love. Including me.

Go Giants (4 NFL Championships)! Go Knicks (2 NBA Championships)! Go Yankees (27 MLB Championships)! Go Jets (1 NFL Championship)! Go Mets (2 MLB Championships)! Go Rangers (4 NHL Championships)! Go Islanders (4 NHL Championships)! Sorry Cleveland. I will always be in a New York State of Mind. This post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t serve up a little bit of trash talking. Peace! #BeDoLove  #Believeland

(pulling up the soapbox and adjusting the mic) Testing?!? Testing?!? Can you hear me? I’ll wait. Okay. Diamond Reynolds is the SHERO and Goddess Warrior of all time. She spoke so many TRUTHS in this video (http://youtu.be/wn6ieKWWQV8) which took place after the heinous shooting. If you think God isn’t working through this woman and her sweet young innocent daughter, Lil Brown Sugah is his, her, OUR angel, then you are not listening and present to what is happening. I know somebody is critiquing this video as opposed to listening to her message because that’s what we do. We avoid what’s really important because we don’t want to have to deal (feel) with ourselves and what that means to us and our lives and how are we participating or not participating in life as our dreams are deferred leading to us blowing out the flames and dimming the light of others. Oftentimes, when beings take part in the habitual degrading practice of projecting, one tends to do so as a way to create a diversion to throw the “I can’t let them on to me” scent off oneself. Someone is probably saying, “Why she got a pack of Newports in her hand? That’s so ghetto?” Man after witnessing that horrific experience I would have gone to my nearest bodega or 7-11 and bought a case of Newports. And, a 40! WORD?!?! That’s real talk! Okay, maybe some good craft beer with the Newports. But you get my point.

If you are the one doing the verbal lashing and killing of spirit, do you know how you sound saying she should have done anything else other than what she did? You know what she did? She maintained the calmness and level mind that the professionals should. It’s just like with the dog gone gorilla thing with the child. “I would have gone down there in that cage…” Do you know how crazy this sounds to the detriment to your child and your life? We would have witnessed that gorilla maul you both. Same thing here. Did you hear how the officer was frantically screaming after he shot Philando Castile? HE WAS FRANTIC!!! Diamond shouting, screaming and one millisecond of a move from her to tend to her man (which the many officers should have gone into action to do) or gesture towards the officer and POP! POP! POP! Blown to smithereens. GONE too!  And, now there would be a motherless child (or child gone too, because frantic mom energy creates a frantic child) all in the name of “Aw hell nah you not going to shoot my man…” To add, no evidence to shine valuable much-needed light. Because you know how they will tell the story that does not serve us or our humanity.

Many of us need to sit down with this, BREATHE, and think rationally. And, extend the level of compassion to others that you would want to be extended to you, should you find yourself in an uncompromising, fearful, or your life depends on it situation (Because, if you haven’t yet, you will. And, then you’ll be like why nobody got my back…). Otherwise, you’re no better than those who too are not mentally healthy, speaking ill of us, and not treating us as humans.

Please! Please! Let’s stop the judging. Please, let’s have some compassion for each other. Mercy for each other. Love for each other all while walking with grace. We already have to deal with the many others who don’t. Our lives depend on it. Our physical, mental and spiritual being depends on it. We got to do better by each other. Because if we don’t they (they being any race, creed, etc. exerting ill will) will win. And, by the looks of it, we are losing this fight right now. Remember, “They don’t want us to stand up for one another…” –Diamond Reynolds.

Please hold Diamond, Lil Brown Sugah, the loved ones of Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, the fallen Dallas police officers, and ALL up in prayer as the woman and other souls did at the end of the video. We ALL require love, nurturing and care more now than ever. Go love up and uplift someone today, especially YOU! Please, Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! Give us Peace! Give us #BeDoLove! Love! (starting to step off the soapbox)

PS: (pauses and puts foot back up on the soapbox) There will be things that will come out to drag names through the mud. Remember we all are not perfect. Think of the things in your life you would rather not be revealed. Sure, her details are not always on point and sometimes slightly changing, but again, remember the trauma of that experience. The stone throwing must stop and the compassion must be the order of today. I’m complete. For now (steps all the way off of the soapbox). Peace!

PSS: This morning just before I was going to post this I saw that Diamond was about to do a video on Good Morning America.  Here is that interview. https://gma.yahoo.com/girlfriend-philando-castile-urges-against-violence-protests-interview-132803647–abc-news-topstories.html?soc_src=copy

This is my 49 Years and 6 Month birthday gift to YOU! If you’ve wondered why BeDoLove. This right here. And, not exclusive to woman because when YOU (we all) shine we all shine. What are you waiting for? We are waiting for YOU! Come on. Time to UNLEASH! God’s got YOU! We got YOU! Love! BeDoLove  

“When any woman honors herself, all women collectively move closer to becoming what they are truly capable of being.

There are many ways and myriad reasons for women to honor and embrace all that they are. And when any individual woman chooses to do so, all women collectively move closer to becoming what they are truly capable of being. By honoring her experience and being willing to share it with others—both male and female—she teaches as she learns. When she can trust herself and her inner voice, she teaches those around her to trust her as well. Clasping hands with family members and friends, coworkers and strangers in a shared walk through the journey of life, she allows all to see the self-respect she possesses and accepts their respect, too, that is offered through look, word, and deed. 

When a woman can look back into her past, doing so without regret and instead seeing only lessons that brought her to her current strength and wisdom, she embraces the fullness of her experience. She helps those around her to build upon the past as she does. And when she chooses to create her desires, she places her power in the present and moves forward with life into the future. 

Seeing her own divinity, a woman learns to recognize the divinity in all women. She then can see her body as a temple, appreciating its feminine form and function, regardless of what age or stage of life she finds herself. She can enjoy all that it brings to her experience and appreciate other women and their experiences as well. Rather than seeing other women as competition, she can look around her to see the cycle of life reflected in the beauty of her sisters, reminding her of her own radiance should she ever forget. She can then celebrate all the many aspects that make her a being worthy of praise, dancing to express the physical, speaking proudly to express her intellect, sharing her emotions, and leading the way with her spiritual guidance. Embracing her womanhood, she reveals the facets that allow her to shine with the beauty and strength of a diamond to illuminate her world.” — June 28, 2016, Daily OM, Embracing Womanhood Womanby Madisyn Taylor

This morning I’m exiting out of my unit in haste as I am tardy for a birthday brunch. I call for the elevator and the push of the button sounds the “🎶Biiiinnnngggg.🎶. Around the bend I hear a door lock and then the pitter patter of two children with excited I’m breaking loose giggles. Then out the shadows I hear “Stranger Danger” from an authoritarian female voice. I don’t get offended yet I first laugh at the thought of being convicted of “Stranger Danger” before the witnessing of my self diagnosed gentle soul. Guilty before proven guilty. The little beauties to my serendipitous pure cuteness delight, of course rounded the corner first, followed by the “we don’t play dat” adults and me in my corny, so I think I’m funny way says “I’m no stranger danger”. And we all laugh with then a pleasant ride down the elevator. SCORE!

I get it. We reside in a dangerous world where we often aren’t intentionally meaning, dim the lights and innocence of our blessed children all in the name of keeping them safe. “Keep in mind, “Stranger Dangers” not only are people we don’t know, but they can reside in or visit our homes by those who speak un-affirming and abusive words to our “the world is OURS” children.

Bless our world. Heal our world. Bless our children so they may be able to grow unaffected by those who lights were dimmed by those whose lights were dimmed by those who were dimmed by those who were dimmed…

Well, off to celebrate and get my Mimosa fix. Have a lovely Sunday Funday. And, remember, don’t be a “Stranger Danger”. Instead BeDoLove! Peace!

Me: Good Morniiiinnnnggg! Happy Father’s Day! Pop: Thank you. Me: What are you doing? Pop: Nothing right now. Why? Me: It sounds like you’re outside. Pop: No. I’m in. Me: What are you going to do today? Pop: I don’t know. I feel like staying in. But, I’ll see how I feel later. What are you about today? Me: Breana is in the Miss District of Columbia pageant today. Pop: Ohhhhh!! Pop: I’ll see how I feel later. Maybe go by Diane’s. You see there is so much to see on tv. There’s golf (U.S. Open Golf Championship). And, then the Mets (Braves are in NY). Although they are pissing me off right now. Me: What happened? Pop: I saw the stupidest thing last night. Guy hits a double (he’s talking about Mets player vs. the Braves last night). There are no outs. And, what do they do? They wave the guy on second home. You know what happened, right? Me: He got out. Pop: (high pitch irritated voice takes over – moving in the soap box) Why did they have to do that? There were no outs. No outs. They could have had a man on second and one on third. There were no outs. The next batter hits a fair ball. You know what that would have meant? Me: Third base guy comes home. Pop: Well, that messed it all up. (Mets lost 4-3) Pop: Well, I think I’m going to go back upstairs and watch golf. Maybe fall asleep. Me: (lol) Pop: Well, you gotta get it in where you can. Me: I hear that. Pop: Okay love. You have a good day. Me: You too Pop. I love you. Pop: Love. So long.
Happy Father’s Day to all. May your day be filled with love, joy, fun, and a good dozing off. Love! #BeDoLove

Now that didn’t take long at all. Old passport is back safely to remind me of wonderful memories. Renewed passport to create amazing new experiences is in da house.

I’ve now also submitted my application for the Trusted Traveler Program. Which one? Global Entry silly which includes TSA Pre-Check. I suggest you do the same, (https://www.cbp.gov/travel/trusted-traveler-programs) especially if traveling with me. Like my man Rassii says, “Friends don’t let friends get stuck in long lines, but if you’re flying with me, I will leave you!!” I just wish the processing time wasn’t as long as it is. Well, until then ONWARD! Hmmmm… Where to for my first stamp in my renewed passport? Barbados? Bahia? Thailand? New Zealand? Cuba? Playa Del Carmen? Ubud? Jamaica? South Africa? Italy? Bali? Fiji? Trinidad and/or Tobago?… While I decide that Houston and then New Orleans will do.

Whether near or far, life is meant to be enjoyed and experienced for all of its known and unknown wonders. Whether it’s a staycation a short distance from home or out in the far, far world, humanity and nature await you. There’s freedom and education when traveling outside your four walls. Explore! Explore! Explore! All while having loads of fun and providing an opportunity to exhale and reboot. After all, it’s the BeDoLove way. Enjoy! Please! BeDoLoveEXPLORE!

♪♪Ain’t nothin’ gonna to break my stride. Nobody’s gonna slow me down, oh-no I got to keep on movin’. Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride. I’m running and I won’t touch ground. Oh-no, I got to keep on movin’.♪♪

IT’S A F*CKING GORILLA! Just like the lions. Just like the darn cutesy Flipper dolphins that will turn on a mug. I don’t care how domesticated we THINK animals that are made for the wild may be. Remember Travis the chimpanzee that teared that woman’s face up? Travis had been a nice and “domesticated” actor and one day he wasn’t. And, you know what? Maybe Harambe was protecting the child. But, that child is not a baby gorilla that can be gorilla handled in any ole way, being protective or not. The gorilla doesn’t know its own strength. Why not a tranquilizer? Because it could have caused the gorilla to go ape shyt and fling that child way across the zoo into the lion’s cage. Did you not see “The Revenant” and that bear scene? Geez! I’m surprised Leonardo is still as cute and suavelicious as he is. We aren’t talking about Magilla Gorilla here. 🎶See in the window, Magilla Gorilla…full of charm and appeal. Handsome, elegant, intelligent, sweet…He’s really ideal.🎶 “How much is that gorilla in the window?” Harambe, not Magilla. I think us humans believe that when we have some big naming ceremony at a zoo it makes the animals less wild and more humane. NOT!!! And, don’t get me wrong. I do feel bad that they had to resort to killing Harambe.

So you fault the parent(s) do you now. Sure, they should be held accountable. But, dayum! Where is the f*cking compassion? We know children are curious and fast as hell. You turn your head for a millisecond and Lil Johnnie is booking down the Super Walmart aisle with no finish line in sight. One second Lil Johnnie is there and the next he’s inside the vending machine with the toys and you’re wondering how in tarnation did that lil rascal get in there. Yet folks ready to call CPS. (Stupid side eye are you crazy look). Just like when the parent leaves their child in a hot car. It wasn’t intentional. There was no malice. But, we’re ready to stone them to death. Again, yes they should be held accountable. That I understand. Here’s a mother who gets it.

But, did/do you call CPS or the police when folks were being intentionally violent towards the babies pulling out extension cords, switches, and open hand beating their children or grandchildren or students? Did/do you call CPS or the police when our children are being verbally abused and bullied by adults telling them they are worthless and can’t live the lives they dream? Did/do you call CPS or the police when children are being bullied to the point of suicide. Or when they are called and they do nothing. “Oh they are just being children.” NO! They are being a freaking menace triggered from a place no one wants to figure out or talk about. These acts all being intentional and deliberate physical, mental, and emotional stunting their growth abuse being inflicted on our precious children. Yet a parent turns their head for a second and we condemn them to oblivion as if they aren’t already intensely suffering from their lack of being present as the protector and nurturer. Where is the f*cking compassion?

And, don’t let me get into the lack of value for the lives of our little black boys and the disrespectful attack on his parents. Now that’s a whole other story. I don’t hear anybody talking about the boys physical, emotional and mental welfare. Shoot he was face-to-face with a 400 lb. GORILLA. His saving grace could be because he is 4 years-old and has no concept of the severity of it all. You see how calm he was throughout it all. That’s also a testament to how calm his mother remained while talking him through it. But, they got some petition out on the parents lives. Humph… Misplaced anger I tell ya. Judgmental bullies, until some just a normal day accident happens to them. You want to get mad at someone? Get mad at the zoo for caging up animals.
When those children leash like thingys came out years ago, I tell you if I had children my paranoid a$$ would have seriously considered having one in every color and pattern to match the child’s graanimals. Real talk. I’ve gone into borderline anxiety fits back in the day if I lost sight of my nephews or when taken them to a public bathroom and waiting for them to come out. I’d just assume stayed in the house with them until they turned 16. 
People don’t think compassion until they make one false move and then they require it. Remember “Diary of a Mad Black Woman”? Yeah, you see how that worked out for him. Karma!

So folks. 🎶Stop the love you save may be your own.🎶 Please, let’s pause, breathe, and think. Condemnation no. Accountable yes, sprinkled with a dose of compassion. It’s the BeDoLove way. And, trust, you too will need it one day. Trust me when I still you, you will. #BeDoLove EmpathsROCK
PS: Please excuse my potty mouth. This one hit a cranky old man nerve.