The Artist Next Door: Keeley "Lockn'Key" Kaukimoce - Part I

     I often don't have to look very far, to find inspiration and motivation. I'm surrounded by a ridiculous amount of dreamers, lovers, artists, teachers, and pioneers.

     For some time now, I've wanted to share these people with you in great detail and splendor. I wanted to honor their struggle, their process, their manifested dreams coming true, and those dreams that they are still contending for. I wanted you to understand how I've been shaped as a person, because of their presence in my life.

     The people that I will feature each month in this on-going series, titled, "The Artist Next Door", will highlight these extraordinary people, and will give you a sneak peak into their world, the behind the scenes of people you may have heard of, or may not have. Often I'll split my interviews with these artists into 2 parts, just for the simple fact that I like to build anticipation.

     With that said, I can guarantee--you can do anything but forget these stories or these artists after meeting them. And I'm pretty positive they'll stir something in you. Something perhaps you didn't know was still there.

     And alas, we've arrived at the beginning:


Keeley "Lockn'Key" Kaukimoce



Who has been one of the most influential people in your career and why?

I would say outside of Michael Jackson, Greg Campbellock Jr. has been the most influential.  He gave me the name "Lockn'Key" and he literally pulled me into my destiny as a locker which is helping take care of my family and allowing me to travel all over the world.  It's the platform.


How did we meet?

We met at Hope in Hollywood when Steelo told you about me.  You were looking for Christians in Hip Hop for a documentary you were working on.  I love that you went to the correct source of Hip Hop, the B-boy scene.


When you were 20 years old, what was your main goal and dream to accomplish in life?

At 20, my main goal was to be happy and in a twisted, immature way I thought that meant I had to be a super famous recording artist with a major record deal.  That's what I thought equaled happiness.



To someone that is thinking about pursuing a career in dance, possibly leaving home and moving to California or New York, what advice would you give them?

I find there are two really hard lessons I had to learn.  You have to have very tough skin to stay here.  You need to really know your REAL identity and purpose for dancing.  If it's only to be "praised" and to find acceptance, you won't last.  This city loves you one day and hates you the next then loves and hates you all over again.  I would ask them to ask themselves,  "Why do I dance?  Why do I want to dance professionally? What am I willing to give up to do it?"  

If all your answers are revolved around your satisfaction then I would say, stay in your hometown until you really know the answer.  BUT... maybe you have to just learn out here. Gotta see what God wants.    I would also say don't come here without any money.  Try to save at least 3 to 6 months of a living for yourself so you have a cushion and be willing to get a part time job too.


What has been one of the hardest internal battles you've face in your life?

I use to think I wasn't good enough.  That I'm not pretty, I'm awkward, I'm not the greatest singer or dancer and just don't fit in anywhere.    


How did you overcome?

I would say that when those thoughts try to creep in, I truly have come to understand that none of this is ultimately about me.  It's about God's creation being perfect in its "imperfections". Those imperfections allow me to lean on Him for his promotion and His anointing.  I totally rely on God.  TOTALLY.   I have accepted that I'm who He created me to be.  I believe in His power to change the things He wants to change in me and to keep and celebrate those things He doesn't want to change. 


And now, you're preparing for a missions trip to Fiji, can you tell us how this came about, and what this all is?

OOOOhhhh... That's a long one but I met Osea,  my husband when I went on my very first missions trip to Fiji in 2003.  Our marriage was literally an arranged marriage by God and all of this was confirmed through signs and wonders and prophecy.  We've always known because of the way God joined us together that we were suppose to have a ministry, and that one place would be Fiji.  We've been praying for God's plan and will to unfold for over 10 years and believe this is the year that we begin to build the foundation for all those really cool ideas He has placed in our hearts.





     Next week, I'll conclude my interview, with Keeley, where' you'll hear her heart about her new dreams and her own take on one of my favorite features on this blog--"Wisdom's Knocking." 

     Dreams takes time to unfold, and often we are changing and growing in the process to truly be able to receive the gift of such a dream. Many times our dreams don't play out or feel the way we thought they would, but if we've submitted to the process of humility and surrendered to God's best for us, we'll find out that the dreams we started with pale in comparison to the new ones ready for us.

     In preparing this interview, I simply couldn't believe that I've been apart of Keeley's journey for over ten years! And I can honestly say, that I have never met anyone else like Keeley. Her boldness, her heart, her strength, her conviction. 

     It's true. She's a fiery one. And if you stand too close, you might just get inspired...to do something bold. 



Wisdom's Knocking:
"It's everybody's duty to give the world a reason to dance." 
-Kid President











The Tortoise & the Hare

   
Photo Credit: Bethany Mossburg


     It's always nice when we can get to our destination quickly and in a timely matter. When the dreams of our hearts are still burning with fiery passion, pushing us forward with an almost divine energy of sorts. And we often think that fierce and full movement will on it's own bring about the fruition and fulfillment of what has been longed for.

     And then comes a pause.

     This seemingly wrecks the momentum of what spurred us forward in the first place. It's the dreaded wilderness. The place of waiting. The place of healing. The place of waiting. The place of processing. The place of waiting.

     Oh, the identity-shaping wilderness. It's in these "slow" places where we really develop into who we are meant to be. And even more so, who we are meant to be when we receive the full gift of our destiny and calling.

     You've heard the term, "Overnight Success."

     I giggle and often roll my eyes when I hear that term. You know why? Because rarely is anyone an Overnight Success. Chances are, you'll find out that this particular person had been honing their skill and craft intentionally or unintentionally for years. And then the time came for their message (Whether in craft or skill or spoken word) to be heard, and they were ready. The message hadn't been heard before--not like that. And the world assumes it was the magic of some overnight success potion.

     But don't be fooled.

     That's just the hare talking.

     The tortoise would tell you that staying in place of passion, not rushing life, and staying present in your own life, is no easy task, but will garner the awe and wonder of those around you (Even yourself), when the time comes for your message to be heard. And believe me, at some point in time, your message will need to be heard. When that time is, I'm not quite sure. But I know that this time will exist at some point in the future.

     And how does this apply to romance? I want to be swept off my feet--in a fast and almost reckless way. But I also don't want to rush into something prematurely, and get severely burned. But even simple school girl crushes seem to bruise my soul a bit. That's always my battle. My heart is always ready, which makes it very susceptible to heartbreak and disappointment, time and time again. But the lessons learned in each scenario have been invaluable, although they've come with a price of tears.

     Recently, I was frustrated, that I, who have been waiting for just one good and magical romance in my life, was upstaged by a parade of newcomers. Those that had seemingly not walked through the wilderness of singleness for years and years, like I had.

     But instead, men and women, moments after meeting me or sharing with me their questions and desires to be in fulfilling marriage, would then in an instant, find their rib, their other half, their lifetime witness. And there I stood, once again, on the edge of valley, confused, wondering what I had done wrong. And if I somehow missed it all together.

     That's often how you feel in a race. The pace you are maintaining may not appear to be a winning pace to the speedy circumstances around you.

      But this is what I'm learning more and more: That everyone will become a tortoise at some point in their journey of life. There will be something in our lives, relationships, or circumstances  that will intentionally cause us to pause. Be sure to pay attention to the yellow lights and the red lights, not just the green lights in your life. And learn not to resent these pauses, but rather, become thankful for them. Because the ways of the tortoise not only bring forth steadiness and clarity, but sets you up for greater success in so many areas of your life.

     My tortoise portion of the race regarding romance and career just so happens to be in the earlier part of my life rather than a mid-life crisis or an end-of-life panic, and I'm become more and more okay with that.

     But nevertheless, being a tortoise is incredibly humbling.

     But I distinctly remember, that in the end, it's the tortoise who wins the race...






Wisdom's Knocking:

"These things take time..." 





Drunk & Tender

Photo Credit: Lindsay Coleman



I literally received one of the sweetest compliments of 2013, just a couple of weeks ago.

Never mind that it came from someone that I work with and barely know.

And never mind that said person was extremely drunk.

It simply went like this:

I walk up to him, to give him a hug goodbye.

"I--I--I don't want you to be mad---I can't hug you hard. Okay? Okay?"

Okay.

"I just can hug you soft---because I don't want--I don't want you to be mad that I don't hug you hard--I don't want to hurt you--"

Okay.

"You're just so---Because I can't hug you like I hug eerrrrrybodyyyyyy else--'Cause youur tender--Okay?"

Oh. Okay.

"You're just so tender--I just don't want to hurt you. Ever."

Okay.

"So don't be mad--I can't hug you hard."

Okay. I won't be mad.

"I just don't want you----I mean---to ever be mad. Okay?"

Okay.



Wisdom's Knocking:

"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."

- Jane Austen


I Will Karate Kid Your Face

"I often like to train in the desert..."



     There are two things in this world that continually motivate me to write:
1. The Karate Kid (1984) movie 
    and 
2. Fleetwood Mac's "The Dance" album (1997)

     I don't know how this continues to work in my life, but I'm not going to fight it.

     And as you can imagine, The Karate Kid movie is indeed playing in the background as I write to you.

     It's only fitting.

     I'm wresting with this current season. My current situation.

     Let's see, how can I catch you up to speed on things?

     I'll start from the middle and end up somewhere at the beginning. Yes. That sounds perfect.

     I'm still in the midst of my glorious singleness vow. Today, was the first time in a long time, that I wept because I didn't have someone to share my burden with. Someone to hold me and simply say, "This next big step will be worth it."

     It's a funny thing. The thought of being in a relationship now seems so foreign. But my heart was awakened for a brief moment a few weeks back. I allowed myself to almost dream, but not quite. My mind and heart was still reeling from the shock of a fake dating scenario gone awry. Most of you already know what I'm talking about.

     But here came someone from my past.

     Could it have been you all along? Was I really meant to walk out this cliché?

     But no.

     He was too wounded.

     And, frankly, I was too tired.

     And then came another dream.

     I'm not even kidding.

     In the dream, my mom and I are in my living room. She is pleading with me to wait until APRIL. She is panicked in the dream. I calm her down, and simply say, "Fine. I'll wait. I hadn't planned on marrying anyone before then anyways." She was so adamant in the dream. She kept saying that he was coming from out of state...just for me..." And then I woke up.

    Our subconscious can be dangerous breeding ground for a setup, or also full of heavenly anointed messages. It's always the deciphering of which is which, that gets me stuck and frustrated.

     And then a good friend of mine has a dream about me and my future husband boo on Easter. The details of her dream haunt me and stir something I don't want stirred right now.

     And then another friend, whom I haven't seen in years, prays for me and he's not 5 minutes into the prayer, before he starts to say..."God is bringing you...a friend...a special friend...Well, you know..."

     Seriously?

     Lord. Jesus.

     And somehow these prophetic assaults of sorts makes me think of all the things I haven't done. All the things I want to do. I don't know if that's my defense mechanism or what. But in the last month, I've been extremely conscious of time. And how limited it is for all us. And at the same time, we all have the same 24 hours in a day. From the president, to the firefighter down the street, to Oprah, to me, to you.

     I just start thinking about life in general.

     Because I'm moving.

     Literally and figuratively. And I don't really want to. But I need to.

     I still feel like the new kid sometimes. Awkward. Not quite liked enough. And a weird communicator.

     And now I have to adapt all over again.

     But don't we all.

     90% of our life's journey seems to be built around the word resilience. Or as I'd like to call it, resurrection.

     Getting back up after falling hard.

     It always feels a bit dangerous and stupid to hope.

     But then I start hearing that song...

     Plus, at this point, I don't know any other way.

     I've kept myself busy with work over the last month. Work has a wondrous way of being the best distraction. And I, for almost a month straight, became camouflaged in the lights, cameras, and hype of my profession. It served as a strong distraction, but never fully covering up the inevitable  But now that the dust has settled, I'm feeling pinches of pain.

     The pain is by no means overwhelming, but just hurtful enough to know that I still care about my dreams and the hearts of those around me.

     And I start to hear that song again...

     But there are so many things that are not fair. So many things that I don't understand.

     But there are also so many things that are beautiful, and so many things that are rightfully in their place.

     I long for more of that sort of symmetry in my life.

     The type of symmetry that causes everything in its midst to be beautiful. The type of symmetry that makes people look at your life and simply say, "Yes. And Amen."

     And that song continues to play, even when I don't have all the answers...

     When I don't want to fight, when I don't think I can...

     You know the song I'm talking about:




"You're the best!...

Around!...

Nothing's gonna ever keep you down!..."


     And surprisingly, after hearing that chorus about 10 times, I've become okay with facing the open-ended future...

     So to my ever so sneaky future, I know we may be off to a rocky start, but if you give me anymore lip, I may just have to Karate Kid you in your face and show you what I'm really made of.

     Because until now, I've just been on my "Wax on, wax off" game. (Thank you, Mr. Miyagi)

     Of which we all know now, was simply preparation...

     ...For the true moment of triumph.

     Thank you, Karate Kid, thank you.




Wisdom's Knocking:

"If we did all the things we were capable of, we would literally astound ourselves."

-Thomas Edison