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Do Not Go Gently…. November 14, 2009

I have not birthed children however I have birthed and mothered many other things. I certainly mother my animals, step children at one time, friends when they need that sort of care and of course my businesses and creative endeavors. I’ve made mistakes with these ‘children’, enjoyed a few triumphs and certainly felt heartache earning my stripes as a mother. I’ve been overbearing, sometimes distant, negligent at times, but this week, this week I protected a child of mine, my business, like a Lioness might protect her brood. I’ve come to know this child in a very new way and I feel proud of the good work I’ve done. Work well done is always satisfying.

Yes, I am a proud parent today. I stood my ground as it is in my DNA to mother and I know I’ve done well. I shall sleep very, very well tonight indeed.


Dylan Thomas

And this reminds me of a poem by a favorite writer, a majestic poet and story teller. Dylan Thomas wrote a play I love, ‘Under Milk Wood’, which I had the good fortune to perform in during my freshman year in college. I later witnessed a brilliantly staged and meticulously performed production of it in London which I will never, NEVER forget. Good work, well done!

His prose still lilt about within my head like a summer breeze in Maine. I adore the way this poet sings his words. To me he is magic….pure magic.

But today, I am reminded of his, ‘Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night’, for I know, it is in my heart and in my soul to rage until satisfied, a similar passion I felt this week mothering what is mine.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

BB Webb


You Got Something…and I’m Gonna Gitcha! November 13, 2009

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This week’s lesson. Go for what you want, go for what you need, move the negative out, bring the powerfully good in, in, in, in, in….and you’ll know, you’ll KNOW, when ya got sumpin…….and don’t stop until YOU ARE SATISFIED. (It’s your life, yes)?!!

Just say to yourself….’oh, oh yeah, I’m gonna gitcha, I’m gonna gitcha….I’m going for what I want and it’s gonna be mine!’

BB Webb


Poli Si Tutorial November 12, 2009

Filed under: Humor — BB Webb @ 9:12 pm
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A friend sent me a poly sci tutorial.
Please take with the spirit intended….to make fun of us ALL!! We humanBEANS. Life sure is something!
A big, crazy ball of emotional, transforming wax. Today all I can do is sigh….the mystery of it all.

Political Science for Dummies

You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
You push for higher taxes so the government can provide cows for everyone.

You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.

You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

You have two cows.
Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.

You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when one cow drops dead.
You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows..
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.

You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

You have two cows but you don’t know where they are.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have..

You have all the cows in Afghanistan , which are two.
You don’t milk them because you cannot touch any creature’s private parts.
You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.

You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing..

You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

You have one cow.
The cow is schizophrenic.
Sometimes the cow thinks he’s French, other times he’s Flemish.
The Flemish cow won’t share with the French cow.
The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow’s milk.
The cow asks permission to be cut in half.
The cow dies happy.

You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can’t figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best looking cow.

You have millions of cows.
They make real California cheese.
Only five speak English.
Most are illegal.
Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.

God bless us all.

BB Webb


Change is…. November 11, 2009

Filed under: Change — BB Webb @ 12:00 am
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08_sky_small-xxxAnd might I look back on 11-11-09 and say…..we were there then…

we are here now….

and isn’t the sky beautiful today.25_sky_small

and look at the folks who surround me…

quite lovely really….all quite lovely.

I feel certain that is what will soon be said.

BB Webb


Rock it Ruthie….go on now… November 10, 2009

Filed under: Music — BB Webb @ 10:58 pm
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missrhythmI’ve gotten to play a few roles in my life…..but damn, how much time to play the ones on this long list I have….

Why do actors want to be singers, and singers actors? Do doctors want to be lawyers, and accountants Queen’s of England?

These are the things I think about when my eyes are shutting, I KNOW I need to go to bed, but am afraid I might MISS something.

When I was quite young, I remember my two older brothers and I being asked what we wanted to be when we ‘grew up’. With no idea what possessed me, I asserted that I wanted to be an elephant. Good God what a thought. I must have had my reasons.

My eldest brother, Jeffery chose to be a screwdriver. Not sure what was happening in his squirrel-y butt world and then Johnny, always the sensitive, indecisive one, wanted to wait and see what happened. Kids! Terrific really!

And with more rain tumbling down all over the ground in Georgia….I just want to sing like Ruthie….from 1955 when I was but a whisper of thought in my mommy’s eyes.

Sorry, couldn’t copy the video here, but treat yourself….THIS is a performer and OH what a band! That mouth, those eyes, those moves….2 minutes….she just might get ja! And oooooh, the power of a sax!!

BB Webb


A Tip from the Universe November 9, 2009

This just in this morning.

‘The greatest trick and most subtle secret to doing anything really, really well, is loving that you get to do it at all’.

Passion, gratitude, service.

Please let there be a shift in the world.

BB Webb


The Way We Were… November 7, 2009

Filed under: Passion — BB Webb @ 3:50 am
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Music has quietly been a part of my life throughout the years. I’m not a collector but more a random ‘stumbler’ upon all kinds of music….I don’t even know how to categorize it all. I’ve had times where I stopped listening to music for a spell, I wanted no outside noise or influence….and then other times, It’s the only thing that keeps me connected to myself and the bigger world I resonate with.

huge.4.20595.JPGTonight I sit on the third floor of my lovely Carl House, listening to the sounds of ‘Livin Large’ an 8 piece band who are about to rock the halls of my pretty house. I don’t come to weekend events much anymore, though will be again, at least for awhile as we make some transitions inhouse, taking our services and my vision to new levels.

When building Carl House, I remember when the floor of the ballroom was laid, (a needed addition), the sky above, no roof or trellis’ yet craned in, I remember standing on the floorboards with a swell in my heart knowing that unbelievable happenings would take place on that very floor. And they do, EVERY weekend….people come together in love. The intention and beauty of it all is often times more than I can reasonable sit with…just like music that hits my heart and soul in a way I’m not sure I can manage, as it brings up such deep feelings, longings perhaps. It’s so big!

I relish the challenge of it all. I need that. For as deep as those feelings or any one experience might be for me, if it’s the right vibe, I’m SO game. And I thank my lucky stars for those new experiences. I’d surely perish without them. They somehow pull me toward greater freedom.

It is in those moments I remember why I chose the life of an entrepreneur. I like creating things…and especially spaces for people to flourish, express, consider, dance.

I remember when doing theatre, how I’d love standing on the bare stage alone, after a frothy, fulfilling performance, with only the stagehand’s light beaming, its naked bulb, how I’d love the energy I still felt in the room, remnants of a lively audience of hundreds who’d entered only hours earlier to experience whatever was delivered that night.

And down below, in my very ballroom, Adam McKnight, a gorgeous African American man with long braids, a full chest and voice so resonate you know he was clearly sent as an angel here on earth, two floors down he sings….. ooooh how the angels love to rock my house. With his beautiful, talented and energetic female counterpart, (Maria Howell), they sing…

woman twirling.jpg Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that Ive tried
And your love is better than ice cream
Everyone here know how to fight

And its a long way down
Its a long way down
Its a long way down to the place
Where we started from

Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that Ive tried
Oh love is better than chocolate
Everyone here knows how to cry

Its a long way down
Its a long way down
Its a long way down to the place
Where we started from…
Sarah McLachlan

The stage is where I’ve felt MOST at home, as the possibilities for creation were endless, all there on a black floored stage.

At Carl House ours is travertine, equally delicious. I may just turn off all the lights tonight after everyone leaves, light a small candle and dance to the music I know I’ll continue to here after ‘Livin Large’ leaves.

And I will indeed be….Livin Large too.

BB Webb