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It’s faith…it’s faith we need February 19, 2010

I love remembering what I know.

When I pray, and I do, in my fashion, usually with sweet smelling things in my periphery….I ask whomever, (and I speak with a host of influencers), ‘please help me remember what I already know which will serve me, and who I am here to serve, today, please’.

Yes, I often say please TWICE. Manners do matter you know. They indeed do. A story for another day.

Sometimes I add, ‘pretty please’. Considering that to soften an angel who COULD be having an off day as I’m oft to have. But then I reconsider, ‘angels, do THEY have off days….ooooh, probably not’. ….exactly why I have NO fear of death….just don’t let me hurt while dying….I’m so adverse to pain.

We know so much really. We forget with the influence of a day, a distraction, a hurt, duty or chore. But when we are ‘in love’ we remember everything. I’d suggest being ‘in love’ with it all. Ooooh, I’ll need reminding here. It is however a choice to consider!

I am feeling that this day having somersaulted here. My body and mind and spirit have been stretched by the tumble, the fall, the climb, the turbulence. Sweet turbulence.

We need to have faith, regardless of our religious or spiritual preferences or persuasions. (I think we do).

And we all long for others to have faith in us. Sure we do.

So I am choosing to have more faith in select others today, of COURSE I will….I have all kinds of faith in me. I’ll extend that compliment.

We just don’t know often what we don’t know…..yes, until we know it. And maybe that knowing is a choice as well!

I am also open to being surprised by people’s goodness, heart and integrity.

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Yes, communication IS the response you get…

I’m a connector. I like to connect with people….rather, it feels lovely when I do. It could be a quick glance, a knowing recognition with someone you pass on the grocery aisle. It might be a conversation that goes deep and wide with a dear friend, some commonality with a colleague, an argument sharing real passion and belief. And play, play with the right play pal is oodles of fun, smart rhetoric….it’s all engaging to me, keeping me on edge and a little hungry. Challenging perhaps. Fine indeed.

It’s alive and so real, so fertile. To connect takes time…not a lot necessarily, but some. And to me, it’s worth it.

And pseudo communication interests me not at all. Either dive in or let’s enjoy silence. Be present or go eat a sandwich with your puppy dog. (Dogs are phenomenal communicators by the way, with no end to the conversations. Take time, notice, you won’t need tv or movies).

I’m thinking today how different we all are with how we communicate. I’m a ‘sit down let’s sort through things’ person, until I can feel my way in a situation. It’s probably why I write and write….sorting, tossing, turning around ideas.

I like when I feel what I call a small glow, a wave of lovely energy between me and whomever. I like that. It’s like hitting the right song on the radio….after moving the dial back and forth…..yeees, THAT song…..A dialogue needn’t end in agreement either…but perhaps a mutual respect for making the effort to see and hear the other person in a way that works for them and you. That’s BINGO for me.

But not everyone needs that glow, they find their peace other ways or maybe have a trust I don’t have, or have yet, perhaps it’s a confidence or maybe it’s just not that important, I’m not totally certain.

I do know that whatever I end up sharing in a more public way with the world will not be about me, not at all, but rather a mirror which others can take as they choose, or not. But HOW it’s communicated will be key…I’ll need be a maestro with my notes, singing my words in the right key, perfect pitch and rhythm to have the impact desired.

Communication is an art and needs to be practiced to achieve the greatest result. And if plan A doesn’t get the message across, it’s time to work through the alphabet. This I KNOW, as communication is the response you get!!

I remember my Grandpa Fuzzy speaking more loudly if someone didn’t understand what he said. It wasn’t the volume that needed adjusting, just the messaging.

Then again, I was reminded to celebrate when on a larger scale, the messages are successfully disseminated, not to worry how it is received, the reviews or applause won’t matter…each person will take what they need, or not. Sometimes you paint a painting and you must discern an end at some point. It is the intent and execution made with love and truth which matters.

Truth and love matter. And having an open heart willing to listen.

Well, like tuning into the radio….the right frequency. And the reception! Do you hear me?

It’s there if you want it! Yes it is!! And I want it!

Just listen….Joni knows!

BB Webb