Freedom of choice is a good thing….a VERY good thing when you can manage it.
We’re all responsible for our choices, eh!
I’m liking mine today. Me and Ernie ‘at the office’….(you will see my computer screen in the distance).
I am filled with gratitude.
BB Webb
It might mean your heart changes.
Or that you let go of an old way of being.
That you finally did what you’ve been intending for so long but didn’t quite know how.
Or that God, the Universe, that awesome essence, light, power, jump-started an initiative for you.
Or maybe you just decided to stop feeling bad.
Or took a try at feeling good.
Or that you stopped sweating the big AND the small stuff.
Maybe you lost a few pounds, fit into your favorite jeans and those panties you kept in the back of the drawer (which are so cute) and you smiled because you knew it had so little to do with food.
Or maybe you stopped worrying about how people see you, if they ‘get’ you or how the chapter ends or when a new one will begin.
Perhaps a new person or experience catapulted you like a strong wind into a greater sense of possibility.
Maybe you realized that it’s not a corner you turned at all, but rather, your dance swirled you around to another view from the dance floor.
A better suited view giving you a fuller sense of ‘Wow, my Dad was right…it is going to be different for me than it was for him, it’s going to be easy!
…because I’m going to allow it to be.’
And this shift you know, because you weren’t hatched from your eggshell yesterday.
You know, it all has something or other to do with loving yourself differently.
And…..and, allowing yourself to receive, to receive that horn of plenty just eager to give you all those yummy goodies that you enjoy so very much. You know it’s true. And, it seems so obvious.
And you ‘get it’ just a bit better today.
And the word ‘forgiveness’ hits your forehead like a movie marquee.
And gratitude effuses from your pours like perfume from an atomizer.
And hoorah, a new day to breathe it all in.
And to say ‘thank you’ for all that is.
BB Webb
should you choose.
LIfe IS stranger than fiction, unless you’re reading Tom Robbins, which I recommend you DO!BB Webb
….under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down,
tumbling down….
Those words were in my head soon after I awoke this morning. That and the memory that I’d dreamt I tattooed some emblematic design all over my face, a big blotch of blue on the right side, which I was happy I could cover with my hair. I remember there being a meaning behind it all….something with regard to Man Ray’s line in one of his paintings, ‘abandon of the safety valve’.
Dreams blow me away…mine do anyway….I wonder WHERE these images and thoughts COME from. I like it.
But, I’m not a tattoo kind of person…I prefer being more a chameleon, my colors changing as I do….clothing, jewelry, body shape and whatever attitude suits me best are better for me.
But this tumbling, not a bad sort of tumbling, but a rather good one. There is a shift occurring in my life just now….it reminds me of a chasm. Perhaps you are feeling one in your life as well. You may have to sit quietly to really notice, take some time by yourself.
I felt the need to look up all the meanings of chasm, (my mother taught me the love of both the dictionary and more importantly the thesaurus, both which I am delighted that I can now access speedily online).
chasm [kaz-uhm] Show IPA
–noun
1. a yawning fissure or deep cleft in the earth’s surface; gorge.
2. a breach or wide fissure in a wall or other structure.
3. a marked interruption of continuity; gap: a chasm in time.
4. a sundering breach in relations, as a divergence of opinions, beliefs, etc., between persons or groups.
I resonate with the ‘a marked interruption of continuity; gap: a chasm in time’ definition. There is an air, a breeze bringing in a new way perhaps of viewing the world. Epiphanies are always, in my estimation, accompanied by a lovely breeze, IF we’ll but notice.
And so, and so, much like Carol King’s word, there is a tumbling down occurring. We are only as bold, aware, intelligent, loving, forthright, clever, compassionate as we’ll imagine we can be.
I am finding my groove, and that’s something for me to determine, move into and establish. And, it has something to do with the thinking I will or won’t allow in my life.The Grand Canyon is a worthy example of design, space and creation. A soul (I’m talking all our lifetimes) takes time to establish itself, to orient, shift and create who it is meant to become.
And with that thought I wonder also, with that new discerning space, how I might begin to shift the very things which work to move me outside this new groove….when I become frustrated, overwhelmed, so very disappointed or sad?
A new groove is like having corrective lenses and I know about that. Each day I’ll need to apply my ‘contact lens’ no doubt.
For, when the earth moves, I move too and everyone around me. We may soon be looking in one another’s eyes…the shift can be that grand.
Hold on. Yes, hold on!
Nickelcreek MIGHT know. Only the curious have something to find!
BB Webb
How much is too much….of anything?
Work, worry, ‘down’ time, wine time, control, fun, perfume, tv, talking, animals living in your home, family, sadness, alone time, being with people time, indifference, concern, defense, blame, ego, heart, hurt, caffeine, pressure, anger, flapjacks, Coco Krispies, disappointment, scheming, flying, creating, dreaming…
Just thinking.
Things are brewing. Keepin it big….expansive.
BB Webb
everyone must do their best to get along.
Ernie and Lester...gettin along
BB Webb
We’ll be redeemed.
We’ll be reunited.
We’ll be challenged tomorrow.
We’ll be surprised and delighted this next year.
We’ll wish we’d held back.
We’ll wish we’d bounced forward.
We’ll get more than we want.
We’ll not get enough.
We’ll feel misunderstood.
We’ll feel like a rock star.
We’ll feel heart breaking disappointment.
We’ll be surprised by our power and perserverance.
We’ll sing out of tune.
We’ll be kissed and want more.
We’ll feel happy without cause.
We’ll run a red light.
We’ll catch ourselves texting when we shouldn’t.
We’ll eat too much.
We’ll lose our temper.
We’ll hold our tongue.
We’ll touch someone’s skin.
We’ll be cold and wish for June.
We’ll be hot and wish for December.
We’ll wish someone would have lingered longer.
We’ll wish someone would leave sooner.
We’ll notice something new in the Universe.
We’ll forget to appreciate something grand.
We’ll lose something special to us.
We’ll meet someone new.
We’ll reunite with an old acquaintance.
We’ll get our head wet in the rain.
We’ll cut some part of our body,
We’ll bruise our ego or an elbow.
We’ll wish we’d been kinder and more truthful.
We’ll wish our body were different.
We’ll be glad we ‘went for it’.
We’ll be sad.
We’ll cook something fabulous.
We’ll drink too much.
We’ll be slightly embarrassed by something we did.
We’ll feel shocked by something someone did.
We’ll have a tender moment and feel deeply loved.
We’ll go swimming.
We’ll travel to some place new.
We’ll catch ourselves in judgement.
We’ll wish there were more time.
We’ll fall asleep on the sofa.
We’ll wish our email box were less full.
We’ll remember someone fondly from our past.
We’ll end a sentence with a preposition.
We’ll fantasize about someone we care for.
We’ll miss someone who has died.
We’ll cuddle with our pet.
We’ll get a happy surprise phone call.
We’ll feel sensations new to us.
We’ll buy some clothes which look terrific on us.
We’ll sing along and be happy no one heard.
We’ll feel undone and worn out.
We’ll tap into our reserves.
We’ll understand for a moment, why.We’ll notice a moment of our very brilliance.
And they’ll be so many, many, many moments in between those.
Like dazzling stars in the sky, each moment unique, each moment yours.
BB Webb
…but what you DON’T say that can be harmful.
Communication is ticky. (ticky being a new favorite word).
I was told by someone once….’communication is the response you get’.
I don’t know if I entirely agree with that.
For instance, I might say to you, ‘damn this workshop blows’.
You might look at me aghast that I’d be so blunt and possibly consider me rude. You might like the darn workshop and my comment might make your eyebrows climb high on your head.
Or, you might start laughing like a hyena because you don’t normally hear me talk in that manner.
So, communication may be the response you get, but that feels like a cop-out statement, almost like saying,
‘the sky is blue though when it’s grey it’s not’.
Speaking of blue sky, my brother Jeffrey, (5 years older, business bloke turned full time skier/horseman/builder of greenhouses/growing vegetables with his wife, Glo). We chatted this morning….me in the heat of business and the rich turmoil soup it seems to keep stirring, and he, well, look at the view out HIS back window, just outside of Bozeman, Montana.
Brother Jeffrey's view out his back window!
And then there is my current landscape, I woke today after a busy weekend of work, and decided to hold court and conduct business from this very spot awhile. Bed, computer, kitty-cat. Nice.
I often wonder where I’ll be in 5 years.
BB's world view most early mornings.
Life IS stranger than fiction. For sure.
I’m looking forward to a welcomed diversion from my current work routine. I feel it coming.
(this line to be sung please)….’I'm ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready!’
And meanwhile, consider making yourself a tad vulnerable and tell someone you care for, that you care for them. Communicate it however you want, but be CLEAR.
You could change the world with that small gesture of love and kindness. You could!
I’ll extend my own blessing to the world in ho’opononpono tradition:
‘I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you’.
Truer words might never be spoken.
BB Webb
All my troubles are in the rearview mirror. Clearly a choice!
The Weepies, (I’ve been on a year long kick with the Weepies) have great lyrics…one being,
‘you can’t steal happiness’,
(I believe that to be true, or power unless you let someone TAKE it from you), and I like the thought that:
All my troubles are in the rearview mirror!
Another Weepie lyric.
I’ve decided that I want to have them on a show I create, preferably television. They seem to be an entirely unassuming group of fine and most talented artists.
Maybe they’ll let me sing with them.
A surefire way to make me happy and kick those troubles further away in my rearview mirror.
Indeed!
BB Webb
News alert to my psyche…hope (the context I know) is dangerous.
I’m sitting with an awareness this morning of what a therapist I used to ‘hang out with’ called, ‘the hungry ghost’. This ghost, to me, is the one that holds on to some belief, some aspiration of change, transformation, illusion, (mostly in others) that a shift will happen to make a situation, person, world view move (change) perhaps in a direction which, to put it bluntly, will satisfy YOU….me.
An example, that my father, now deceased, would somehow emerge as the warm, cuddly, emotionally nurturing father I longed for…
It never happened, nor really should it have. (Frankly, who he was and HOW he was served me in other ways). Shifts and turns can happen in life, but how better to accept what is and be open to receiving what you want, or perhaps need, from a place that can give it. (And often it might be from yourself, or not).
There is a period where we might be open to that ‘something else’ and, if we’ve spent most of our life seeking this something else from a primary care giver, well indeed, that pattern is a prevalent path which we as adults tend to follow, until, and here’s the magic, UNTIL we are conscious of this pattern.
And though much like reaching for unhealthy, fattening, yuck food might be a pattern to a sick or obese person, shifting from a ‘way of being’ can take some discipline. But when we know, we know.
And rather than hoping to change a situation or person, how freeing to know that WE hold the power, always, in attracting otherwise, or settling inside our own bones, nurturing and growing ‘what is’ in our lives, growing the seeds which might create the world we prefer to inhabit. WE HOLD THE POWER….ALWAYS!
Please try not to forget that, nor shall I.
I release my hungry ghosts.
(I’ll mark on my calendar the 12th of each month as a reminder. It will be, rather, IS my World Cup Victory. I rule my world).
There is no hope, there is only possibility, and that holds an entirely different vibration.
Bring in on…surprise me Universe.
With thanks, always…for each opportunity to wake up from my delusions.
BB Webb
This blog is frankly for me to somewhere land the many crashing thoughts, ideas, musings in my head… things I see, absorb, process though, lessons learned, in business, through relating to others in this quixotically changing playground of life. Having someone bare witness to my experience (or yours), I feel somehow gives existence greater depth and color. We all need to be heard and seen, challenged, encouraged, and well, as you’ll soon learn through my world view, loved.
