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Yes, communication IS the response you get… February 19, 2010

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

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Ladies laughing and the power of WE.. February 18, 2010

Earlier this week, I could tell when I woke one morning with my lower back cracked in two, (symbol: support…maybe…perception is everything), that I was in for one hell of a time. Literally, I could not stand. I don’t remember such excrutiating pain. I was doubled over making me weary from the lack of proper energy flow. I felt like Jed Clampet’s wife, ‘Granny’ in the Beverly Hillbillies. Fiesty, bent over, but not really in a good way.

Damn I dislike the human element at times….when pain arrives and you JUST want to clobber someone else like it was their fault. I know better though can’t always control my tongue, or more accurately, my energy. My former husband was correct when he asserted,

‘BB, you can be saying ALL the right things, but your ENERGY speaks volumes.’

He was right. I’m best to hiberate a spell, but damn, I’m running a business, I’m responsible for ‘things’.

So, my appeal as a boss earlier this week was less than perfect. I work to be relatively transparent with my team….FYI…..

‘Best to step out of the way folks….I’m ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, ‘Taming of the Shrew’ and ‘Super Woman on steroids’ today….please, please accept my apologies and ignore the steaming toad on the third floor.’

And, frankly, I’m wearing the crown in the wrong Christmas parade until we can get someone more suitable to take my role.

Read: Gilled and out of water, bear in the mall, not the woods, the pope in a stripe joint, not the Vatican.

And so….I sufficently made a mess of things everywhere I went….in fact, realized I was a master at how to foil most any situation, an argument at the post office as I couldn’t understand Ms. Yugongolikzx’s accent and thought she told me to ‘go away’, when really she said, ‘come this way’. (I didn’t mean to pick a fight).

I inadvertently insulted the grocery clerk, (I thought she was pregnant), and then did my very best to micromanage everyone on my team when my true desire was to support, cleanly and neatly direct if needed and go about my other chores for the day. Foiled. I ate worms all the lovelong day. I fumbled like a baseball player on Quaaludes. All in a bent over position as truly, my 5’7″ was today reduced to a crooked 5’4″.

Then, that evening, I hosted a networking event of North Georgia Women, most of them from the Athens area. I went to their first meeting last month and enjoyed the group entirely. I was eager to have them to Carl House as that is what I love to do, host events that make people feel welcome, serve nice wine and lots of tasty food with candles and flowers and all the things which make people feel good, welcomed and loved on. I love to LOVE ON people. And I enjoy watching their comfort. I really, REALLY do!

But oooh, I was rushing around, which is hard to do while doing Grandma impersonations. Ohhhh, I knew I’d brought this on….when I ask for change, darn if I’m not powerful and the Universe delivers….sometimes with a kapow which manifests FIRST in my body! all good in the ‘big’ picture.

There I was, stooped over, getting ready for the grand soiree, setting up the buffet, lighting candles, arranging the table just so with wine and other drinks, assuring that our artichoke dip was hot, mozzerella kabobs all in a row, the music was on, lights dimmed just so….I’m a slave to the details and would have it no other way….surely when it comes to my guests.

And in came a parade of lovely women, cold from the outside air, cheeks chilly with our air kisses and hugs. Taking coats and pouring wine, introducing one woman to another, listening to stories….it was so wonderfully consuming, how much more satisfying to focus on them, not this offset day and my broken lumbar. Surely the wine had some influence as well!

And soon, soon, I found myself sitting at a table of jovial ladies, one a dear old friend who has helped plan several animal fund raisers at my facility. Rozanne Rose, now publisher of Jackson Living Magazine, shared her latest pet stories and the strays she’d recently taken in. She shared the story of how Otis, an adorable bulldog she fostered had to recently be ‘put down’, (such a terrible expression). I’d intereviewed her and Otis on my former tv show hoping to find him a home but alas, he remained Roxane’s ‘foster’ for years.

Soon the entire table was sharing cat and dog stories, laughter at peak level over our dogs and how they stealthfully sneak to the litter box for fresh ‘cat poohs’ as though they were chocolates steeped in hazelnut liquor. Oh the laughter was building over our Savignon Blanc and Petit Sirah.

The founder of our group, the effervescent Joan Curtis, author and executive coach shared how she taught HER cat to use the toilet…..gales of laughter over THOSE images…..me sharing my own mime of walking in on a Maine Coon Cat who I lived with eons ago in Vermont as he ‘tinkled’ in the potty! Upon walking into the bathroom I found ‘Roy Earl’ straddling the toilet. I swiftly turned around so as not to invade his privacy then did a double take and pronounced, outloud,

WHAT’…..Roy Earl, you’re on the toilet dude!!’

Joan then shared a recent purchase, a kitty commode which you attach to your very own toilet. Once Madam or Mister Kitty do their ‘biness’, once they hop off the john, a motor is triggered which begins to move their ‘droppings’ in a churning machine eventually ending up in the toilet.

Most amusing was when Joan shared that she could sit doing her ‘biness’ while kitty did his!! Oooooh, toilet bonding.

I think it was Lori who with a quizzical look on her brow asked, ‘do you work the crossword puzzle together as well??

With bent over laughter I realized I felt no more pain!

I am navigating a growth corner and damn if it’s not a hard turn and the wheel is rusty as am I at this new turn. But I am adept at change….I welcome it and know more importantly the price I pay if I don’t follow through.

I am sure where I need to be (roughly). And as I confidently struggle, (is that an oxymoron), through where I am now, I KNOW it is a necessary place from which to travel.

Ooooh, the power of We, the power of friends, the invisible support which IS with us, always.

Thank you ladies…..really, really, really…..thank you. I momentarily forgot.

How I love, love, love to laugh.

Might we share such fun til we’re crinkled and frail!

BB Webb

 

If… February 15, 2010

IF….. by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling 1865- 1936

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

The right words come if you but listen. Listen and not be afraid to hear.

BB Webb

 

Ahhhhhh hahahahhahhahhaaaaa…..dream on said she.

I miss my illusions sometimes. I create such neat fantasies in my mind, rich, alive, in full color, 3D, or some 4D, even better. I’m liking what I know of 4D.

I’m an adept creator, I dream dreams while dreaming. I’m often unsure of which is my ‘reality’ but that’s subjective now, isn’t it?

I can taste them, forget really that they are merely my fabrications.

I’m an artist at heart though, all my creations start with such fantasy.

I’m endeavoring to separate the ones I might have some chance of making happen, and the others,
to allow them to have the life they’re meant to have. Yet another opportunity to let loose my tight hand grip, my attachments.

Oh, but have you ever imagined something so great you can honestly taste, feel, smell the experience, hear the sounds in your head, see it acted out in front of you, be the person in the unfolding drama.

It’s dangerous my mind. It needs discipline. My illusions need a master on board, a cowboy to corral them. Had I been an LSD taker I’d have never come back…I’m sure of that. My own mind is wickedly colorful and fierce enough with these musings of mine.

So this week, it’s with little doubt, (oooh, always a splash of uncertainty, when I’m tired and have had little sleep), time to turn the corner, flip the switch, (wo)man the ship, time to take the wheel and tuuuuuuuuurn the boat around….

it’s time, it’s time, it’s time…..

batton the hatchs, put on my boots, my cowgirl shit kickin boots, the ones made of worn leather covered in dirt,

move out the dead weight, lighten the load, it’s time to take control and still allow things to flow, be open to surprise.

Oh please, a light hearted surprise. I’m deserving.

Get ready, get ready, get ready….

Take no prisoners but rather train them to serve and blossom.

No more compromising, there is work to be done, visions to unfold.

It’s going to be soooo good. Even the less favorable times I’ll warrant. I’ll sit with them differently knowing it’s all key to the unfolding to which I’m due.

My father, someone I loved deeply and who I’d wished to have had more closely in my life while he was alive, that he’d seen me more, or I him, that we’d spent more time together being curious about one another, loving and celebratory as I was with my mom….

he promised me, (after his death mind you), that ‘honey, it won’t be like it was for me, it’s going to be eaaaasy’. He said that as he placed his hand, with my hand, on my heart. That alone was something fine to see. His acknowledgement of heart. Ahhhhh haaahahhahhahhaaaa….

I believe him. And isn’t faith believing even if you don’t feel or see what it is yet which you put faith in.

You just want (that was a Freudian slip), WAIT and see!

Or rather, I’m not waiting for anything, nor should you…but I’m here, in this moment, and the next, just breathing this fine air.

BB Webb

P.S. Happy Valentine Birthday mother of mine, (MMM), Kathryn ‘Kitty’ Royer Vogel. You’d have been 85 years alive on the earth yesterday had you chosen not to fly away when you did. Vogel, bird in German. I understand. Totally. I understand and will welcome the opportunity of a hand of gin rummy with you when it’s time, when it’s time. xo… (DDD).

 

What choice have we… February 13, 2010

“If I could persuade myself that I should find God in a Himalayan cave I would proceed there immediately. But I know that I cannot find God apart from humanity.” ~ Gandhi

I don’t think I’d enjoy a Himalayan cave, but I think we need to find our own ‘caves’ of sorts when dealing with humanity, our own or the vast array of people we interact with…to remember what we stand for, to remember who we are, to feel what is nurturing to us and to consider what does not serve us well.

And that which does not serve us well….it needs to be tossed out like moldy bread from the fridge. It’ll do nothing but make you sick.

Champion your cause. There is no one better than you to celebrate you OR to manifest your cause. Get on it!

BB Webb

 

Gratitude and Heart February 11, 2010

I have a variety of pals, some close, some I see only now and again and some who cross the border of service provider and someone who I am friendly with. I’ll count my new massure/energy healing goddess as one. A new acquaintance who like me, studied energy healing with the oh so gifted Dr. Fernand Poulin.

I spoke of Janice Davey’s* gifts a few weeks ago. Walking into her healing room is like walking into what I imagine heaven to be like. The aromas are intoxicating, her table has flannel sheets on it and heating pads, candles burn throughout the room, her walls drip with symbols of spirit and magical forces unseen, the lights are low and the most lovely music plays as if it’s falling from the ceiling in droplets. Immediately I can feel my body remembering what I need to do to take better care of it. Breathe! Listen. Allow. And bring all the light I can imagine into my body. Do what I know to do.

I spent two hours with Janice this evening and left feeling as though 20 pounds of heaviness, attachments to issues, people, circumstances just flowed to the ground, making great compost, my ‘shit’ making healthy fertilizer to grow great things.

This is why I could never hate. I get angry at people, disappointed more often, certainly sad and judgmental, though I try not to, but I can’t hate…I see the humanness within everyone and feel compassionate around that. Because I see me in them. In anyone, I can see me.

I consider then how I might be drawn to a person or how they might be drawn to me. We are mirrors to one another and what we aspire to be, or what we want to move away from. It’s perfect, beautiful really. Look at who you find in your life today.

(I’m smiling as I acknowledge the large, yellow snoring dog with big brown eyes rimmed in what looks like eyeliner, lying on my bed to the left. This boy of mine knows all ABOUT heart. He’s got a huge one this four footer has)!

And as I go about my days and weeks, I come into contact with all manner of business folks, government employees, successful driven entrepreneurs, overwhelmed employees, post office mavens. Sadly I feel a diminished feel around their heart. I feel and really see it all when I tune in. I ‘see’ many other things, mind control, discipline, ego, defensiveness, wanting to please, unconsciousness.

I feel a bit uncomfortable sharing all that, as I don’t mean to be negative or judgmental, it’s just what I sense. My abilities as an energy healer were more in sensing. My teacher and other students could SEE energy patterns, I sense them and am more often than not, right on. This is how remote healing can work as well.

But I stray off topic here. I realize in feeling, sensing what is missing to me, that to nurture real and ripe connections to other human beings, we need to first tune into our hearts and remember what we stand for. Who am I? Is this a rightful action? How might I contribute in a positive way to whatever scene I find myself in?

When I can be in that space, (and there are ways I know how to get myself there), I feel solid, grounded and in a place where I can love what ‘is’. Period. Bless it, thank it, appreciate it and if I’m smart, (and I am), learn from it. And, I do, again and again and again.

I am filled with gratitude this evening for remembering this. I always have a choice. I can be a model of what I feel is loving, giving, compassionate, true, honorable. And then I shall contribute to an ocean of energy waves which might, might influence someone else who is living just from their mind. And that means sharing my truth when I feel it’s necessary, (that usually reserved for the folks I hold most dear). For now.

Consider dropping into your heart several times a day. Don’t worry if you don’t know what that means…just consider ‘dropping in’. Start tomorrow. Set your phone to go off every hour as a reminder! Honestly, it’ll change how you do things, how you treat people, how you feel and it could turn the world upside down in a millisecond if we all did it at once.

My Valentine’s gift to the world this year will be remembering to be the model of such behavior. I am grateful for remembering that I have the choice in this moment, when I’m angry, when I’m sad, when I’m overwhelmed, to drop in, just drop in to my heart.

And so it is! (Thank you Janice, truly)!

BB Webb

To contact Janice Davey (highly recommended by me) email her at janicedavy@comcast.net. You’ll be delighted that you did!!

 

Who DO you trust? February 10, 2010

People are so entirely fallible. I can live with that. What is harder is when they seem content or unaware within their own deep seated illusions. Or when I endeavor to tune into ‘heart’ and hear only static, or worse, nothing.

I like talking about the elephant in the room. He’s there, taking up space, altering the conversation, affecting the ether.

Soon I will get to speak more publically about what I sense in the ether. I’ll endeavor to exercise my greatest compassion, as I have that, while doing so.

I feel there is such a freer, more heartful way to live than what I experience with most people, smart, accomplished, interesting men and women. I hold the greatest hopes for an unfolding within them which makes sense to me, but that’s me wanting it all my way, again.

Some folks simply fall off my radar, they don’t hold up in the vibration which I maintain or to which I aspire.

And I miss them so much when I first leave.

Fine people all, in one regard or another.

I trust in God and the God spirit within me. That’s about it.

Nevertheless, I always hold a spot in my heart in which to be surprised. People can surprise you…in a good way sometimes.

In the meantime, I’ll keep looking up!

BB Webb