K.Renee's Blog Spot

OMG! Okay, I am not too keen on the anacronym OMG, but it seemed appropriate in this instance. It's been several days and weeks since I've signed in on my blog to share anything - in fact, it has been months, so as I sit here on my bed, watching the SC Republican debate on CNN, a wave of creative energy has come over me to get on and write something,so here I am - at the top of January(or the middle)excited, prepared and full of purpose and vision. Oh, how I have missed my blog and sharing with you all my thoughts and inspirations. And unlike so many others,the internet is a friend to me, and I appreciate it. It certainly affords so many the opportunity to participate in this forum of debate and advocacy of whatever issue we appreciate, and it also permits such a well needed outlet to display my own creations. Whether it is a video or a piece of writing, the space to share is wonderful! In coming weeks, there will be posts and updates featured to bring you guys up to date con...

Wow! It's been a very long time since I've actually sat down to this desk and written something on my blog. I've been so out of touch with this particular part of my writing and blogging, but feel the need to UPDATE if you will allow me to do so. I've continued to write a little bit more, here and there, along with reading just about everything I can get my hands on. A writer I'm quite fond of advised me this way: Listen and don't talk, read everything you can get your hands on and write a little everyday. I agree with his advice and find myself consciously looking for ways to 'word color' everyday. Word color? Well, quite simply, this term means to bring the words and meditations of my heart to life on paper. The pen writes and the soul will interpret. Often I say, my mind sees the images and colors and I simply put them down on paper. And while I'm not so sure where and how this journey will lead me, I feel so much better when I allow myself the s...

Well, it's the last day of the year and what have I accomplished in 2010. What are my highs and what are my memories for my lows. It's a question that usually resonates with me at the close of each year as we pass into the next. Too often I find myself doing the proverbial "Am I making progress or growing" or "Is my life making a difference". These sentiments, as I search my heart and soul, help me to look inside of me. To see the woman I really am - honest and without bias, realizing all my faults, strengths and flaws. You see, truly I look within and I see all those things that really should be addressed...need improvement in...and parts that need a little, oh let's just say, fine-tuning. Fortunately, I don't mind being candid with me, and I can accept personal criticism. However; knowing and applying the changes are not the same thing. In fact, one can be done without ever committing to change. Is this the goal of our reflections? Or do we look ...

The Conscious Room THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES: The Glen Beck rally is today at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. Incidentally, today marks the anniversary of the march on Washington and the Dr. King 'I Have A Dream' speech which is remembered and recognized as the Civil Rights call to action. The call to a racist and prejudiced America that excluded Black Americans and failed to yield(not give)to our civil rights, our inalienable, God given rights to BE. Well, this speech by the late Dr. King is recognized around the world to be one of inclusion for all people. It was a clarion call to White America that we weren't going away, we were going to fight for our rights; but it was also a summons to everyone, near and far, that we were a people-strong and proud. Willing to continue on in the struggle, standing on the front line, making the march to freedom, all while singing and holding hands. It was a movement. A righteous movement of people, both rich and poor. Black a...

I get so angry when I think of the millions of people who didn't bother to get up and go vote yesterday. As I listened to the news and watched the polls report in last night, my mind drifted back to the two young people who sit across from me at work. When I enthusiastically asked them whether or not they were going to vote tonight in the election, the young lady responded with a resounding "I'm not registered". Her answer to me seemed to echo ignorance to the tenth power. As I looked at this young, black sister who was a single mother who catches the bus to work everyday to work a part time job, I felt such a sense of sadness in my belly. I immediately thought of all the black women and black men who had given their lives, their time and their heart to the cause of civil rights. I dare not forget about the countless other men and women of other races and creeds who bravely stood with our freedom fighters, as they crossed lines of discrimination and prejudice accompan...

Reflections What Image Do You See? It takes all kinds of women to epitomize what real beauty looks like. Tall and short. Long hair or short hair. Dark skin or light skin and all the hues in between. Of course, I'm referring to external attributes now, and unfortunately, there are those who equate physical beauty to be far more superior to the inner beauty that a woman may possess.What is the fullness of beauty? True fairness is not something that's painted on or shaped by a window dresser. Christian Dior and Prada only dress the shell of the woman,and while her outer appearance may look stellar to some. To others, the genuine grace of her true beauty is overlooked.  The heart of her soul can't speak. It has no eyes, no hips and no form. From behind, whose concerned about her heart?When she enters the room, with no words to spare, who sees her heart and recognizes her worth? Wow, we've all heard the old saying 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'. Old righ...

Who Am I? So many spend their entire lives trying to answer this question. Who am I and what am I here for. I spent many years trying to figure this question out for myself. Shedding the exterior person  I allowed the world to see was humbling, painful, yet liberating all at the same time.      I was a shy, almost scary little girl who found a safe place as the middle child in a family of three never once stepping outside of character growing up in Cleveland. Growing up in a middle class, blue collar family was easy, as I never had much to do in terms of creating my own space. It was all done for me. My father was the breadwinner and my mother was fortunate enough to be able to be a homemaker. I believe I was almost 13 years old before my mother became a full time employee in the workforce. I say that to say this. I always had a voice of instruction and direction growing up. I can't remember too well coming in from school and not having my mom home. Rules I had ...

Love Is The Undisturbed Balance

When I feel like I do I can find a  place to steal away Be still, be quiet, flow in the moment,  BE If I feel like Musiq singing in my ears it's cool maybe a little Bob to trigger the militant in ME Perhaps I might vibe a little more  and wake up the chick who used to like to ride or die Ambitious As A Ridah Tupac, you're missed Or maybe  I'll find peace, resolution in the  Psalms They call me to a Higher Place Selah I feel me  today the mysteries of my soul  unwind the depths of my mind unfold to make room for  discovery SELAH

Freedom to be ME I honestly believe only those who have entered into the 'natural community' truly understand the liberating feeing that comes along with embracing and celebrating our natural beauty and hair. For so many years, I was a slave to the creamy crack. I HAD to perm my edges, I HAD to get at that 'kitchen' in the back, and I HAD to have my roots layed down as not to show an inch of crinkle or curl. How frustrating it became to me over the years to constantly reverse what my natural curl pattern was trying to do. I was born with this crinkle, with this curl. The question began to occur to me over time "why must you relax your hair-what is wrong with your natural hair". That thought resonated with me until I finally did the big chop in 1999 for the last time.I'd done it some years before, but being the slave to the box of Dark and Lovely or whatever else was on sale, I had to have a texturizer in it, so I wasn't completely natural. Anyway, ...