BB Webb as BB Webb!

Exploring the Possibilities

An adventure beckons… May 27, 2010

I’m off on an adventure for the next little while.

I hopped (I did, a hop…in red high heels), into my Blue speed racer car around 5:30 this evening and headed north….after a looooong week of the normal ups, downs and arounds.

I felt as though I’d emerged from a tightly knit cocoon!

The wheels of industry have been turned, turned, turned with many good things put directly into action. Bold strokes for sure, some grand leaps, a chugalug or two.

And now, some new experiences call….and I will return once I’ve successfully moved through an interesting new turning point.

And I predict, you heard it here, I predict all manner of grand things upon my return, business growth, travel, romance, the creation of new and OH so lovely things, surprise and fulfillment beyond compare.

Why not? I am (as are you), a creator.

I say it’s so.

Til soon, for sure, til soon!

BB Webb

 

The Road Less…Stingy April 22, 2010

I’m pondering abundance this evening. My own, or lack of it…it thought, forgiveness, awareness, understanding, passion, stamina, love.

Again, energy. This thought around what we attract, where we focus our attention is fascinating me. I’m experimenting, both with my habitual tendencies and a practice in doing things differently. I relish the ‘differently’ most of all these days!

Oh the pull of patterns is strong, but I venture to say my will, when I am clear, is stronger. In those moments anything is possible.

My goal….as always, to wake up a bit more, find a measure of peace, live within a feeling of heart and passion……but never mind all that.

If we are all indeed connected, (I say that and in bits and spurts really GET it and in others am entirely confounded), if we are indeed all connected, I might consider how everyone in my life is in someway a reflection of me and I to them. Think on that a moment should you dare.

And with that, my heart grows full and I realize that everything is just as it should be….always.

From The Red Shoes, (1948)

When Moira Shearer’s character was asked by Anton Walbrook’s character, ‘Why do you want to dance?’

Her response was, ‘Why do you want to live?’

That probably says it all.

Less stingy is therefore, full. Full of all there is to be full of!

Abundance. Passion. Curiosity. Perhaps ornary-ness at times. No need to judge. It’s just all part of the grand dance.

A bun dance!

Shall we dance?

BB Webb

 

Simple perhaps……though… October 29, 2009

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Sufi Dancers

We don’t know what we don’t know….until we know it.

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And at that point, where the sky hits the sea, or the idea becomes form or the mosquito hits the glass, we are but awash in the ever unfolding process of becoming.

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And on and on and on it goes.

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Might we be on occasion privy to the loveliness (really) of the dance.

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BB Webb

 

Navigating anew September 3, 2009

Blue Atlas Cedar

Blue Atlas Cedar

I was leaving work this evening around 7pm, the beginning of autumn promising crisp, starry nights, (a harbinger friend of fall told me so), sweaters and robust red wine drunk on my porch with a fire blazing, a must at my home. (One of my favorite things to do with people I care about).

So yes, there I was walking out from a day, a week, a month, oh, really a year of so much. The tipping point has indeed come and suddenly I am noticing that just as my GPS failed to work this week, (for once I got the extended warranty and it paid off), but that I have needed to ‘navigate anew’, as the old pathways don’t work anymore. Of course it broke!! You can’t follow the same maps when you are going somewhere new! Any road warrior knows that….and I’m certainly a traveler in life this particular ‘go ’round’.

Similarly, as I shared in an earlier post, I dropped my old PC on my wooden stairs, and though she seemed to crumble into a hundred small pieces, she was not gone altogether and limped along til I got my new Apple Pro. Yet such irony.

My old operating system was petering out, my GPS failed….truly signs and symbols to what is occurring on a grander scale. When I am awake I see these things….and I endeavor to be just that. My evening slumber only fuels me to work another day to stay awake.

So, this week the compass turned a notch more and I could feel my sails billow with excitement, much as I do when I feel the crisp hint of fall or the clean clarity of a new direction, with the right energy wrapping its arms around me like a fuzzy sweater. You can feel it, it’s a ‘vibe’ thing. And the new vibes are rolling in like eager waves to the shore.

And as I walked from my lovely Carl House to the car, through the vibrant, twilight gardens, there he was, my tall and handsome Blue Atlas Cedar. He’s been with me all these years, steadfast and true unlike any lover I’ve known. He’s a friend of the truest kind. He is there as I come and go, reliable, a witness, a champion, there for me to rest beneath or just admire. Steadfast. Strong. He wears no mask, plays no games, he is just there. Not judging, just present. There. Regardless my mood, whether I notice him, in all kinds of weather. I feel his warmth, acceptance, love really.

I find this comforting as I navigate anew. If I could wrap my arms entirely around my Blue Atlas Cedar, I would, in thanks and with deep gratitude. Instead it’ll be my intent and he’ll know. We’re just that close.

It’s the little things that make the grandiose possible, my big dreams made up of these small ahas, turns in the road and the recognition of things I just hadn’t seen. It’s funny how one day, there they are. Lovely really.

BB Webb

 

Let it Be Sed September 1, 2009

Let it Be Sed
(To children and best friends)tough little girl

She was the sort who couldn’t sit.
She’d try,
But she couldn’t sit.

Her name was wrong.
Her parents named her Sedriana.
Sedriana Sabastiano.
Her friends called her Sed.
Others called her SS,
Some just hisssssed when they saw her go by.

But Sed couldn’t sit,
She sauntered,
She stood,
She sprinted,
She sunk,
She often swallowed hard,
She tried to sing.

Sedriana Sabastiano was on a search.
Her mother thought it was for a star,
Her Dad couldn’t figure what she was looking for,
She moved too much for him,
He got dizzy and would have to sit down when Sed was around.

Once he said to Sed, “Slow down Sed, quiet down, go to bed!”
But Sed had little time for sleep or sitting or snoozing or even sipping
the tea that her mother brought for her,
Or later that her boyfriend brought for her,
Or later that her husband brought for her,
Or later which she sometimes remembered to make for herself.

Sed was always said to be searching.
“Look,” said a neighbor once concerning Sed,
“She swims, sips, slurps, skates and sneezes always as thought she is looking, peeking, seeking and searching for something spectacular, what could it be?”

Sed was always said to be free, Intense, frantic,… sometimes frightening,
often frightened, but free.

One day when Sed was no longer a child, her friend Sally paid
her a friendship visit.
Sally was a sweet, silent, contented sort.
Sally worked from 9-5, had clean cupboards and never seemed to mind.
She served on all the local committees, raised her children bright and strong,
She and Sed were said to be the bestest of friends.

One day Sally was on her way to visit Sed, walked through the door
And Sed was on her head!
“Sed,” Sally said, “Why are you on your head?”
Sed came down,…one never talks while on her head.
Sed merely sighed and said,
“Sally,…Sally, I’m looking for a thread!”

Sally nodded and understood, put down the cookies she’d brought for Sed
and grinned and smiled with a nod of her head.
Sally understood for she loved Sed.
Sed packed her bags as Sally sat nearby and read.

Years later after having traveled far,Train
To Paris, Caracus, Toledo, Zanzibar,
Sed was on a train, munching a fig,
She wore a hat that she knew was too big.
Suddenly as the brakes on the train squealed to a stop, Sed slid
Forward and in her head went a pop.

She stood up, startled, shook her head once or twice,
And as if possessed, laughed and wept til the day turned to night.

The moon came out full and Sed sat alone,
Bouncing on the train realizing she was home.
No matter where she roamed she was home,…inside herself.
She hugged herself, her wrinkled brow softened,
Her search was alive, but her heart somehow blossomed, with a
murmur that can listen as well as be heard,
Sed found her star and bounced quietly along.

The train ran its route,
The moon flared its glow,
Sed was found quietly sitting,
As the train’s whistle did blow.

By BB Webb

 

Words and their impact… August 26, 2009

Filed under: Business,Dancing,Possibility and Intention,Reflection — BB Webb @ 11:35 pm

I’m curious about words and the power they hold.  Consider how words come and go in popularity, fashion.  I remember years ago my brother suddenly adopting, ‘later’, as his good-bye to me, my brother or mom.  ‘Later, man’, actually.  One day it was ‘see ya’, the next day ‘later, man’, really without warning.

I was not too long ago informed that in today’s vernacular, (among young folks in particular), to ‘hook up’ means to have sex with someone where as to ‘connect’ is to get together.  When I hear unaware colleagues, (more around my age), share how they’d like to ‘hook up’ with me over coffee to discuss one business issue or another, I can feel my forehead wrinkle with qunadary. ‘At Starbucks….really….I didn’t know you FELT that way.’ They are merely unknowing. A tall, frothy, mocha latte with carmel drippings coupled with public sex, (as lovely as that might be), is really not my thing. Certainly not at Starbucks!

Words come and go and are always infused with one meaning or another.  I find it all curious.

So, I am pondering the word discipline and what its impact is on me.  I yearn for more discipline in much of what I say I want and how I go about achieving one goal or another, though I don’t like following rules. So…when I feel my own self proclaimed intentions are caught up against a feeling of discipline defined as…

an instrument of punishment, esp. a whip or scourge, used in the practice of self-mortification or as an instrument of chastisement in certain religious communities.

…whoooooa Nelly, damn if I don’t somehow sabotage myself.

I then look at what I want and wonder why I’m the only one in the way of my GETTING it.

Then I consider THIS outlook to bolster my journey toward my said desire…

activity, exercise, or a regimen that develops or improves a skill; training: A daily stint at the typewriter is excellent discipline for a writer.

Okay…..I’m encouraged here, bolstered forward, excited as I can feel the win, I get it….though back comes…

behavior in accord with rules of conduct; behavior and order maintained by training and control: good discipline in an army. Training to act in accordance with rules; drill: military discipline.

…and damn if I don’t break out in a cold sweat, am ready to bolt and a ‘pissed off’ gene seems to recklessly take control. I must have had a most distasteful army incident in a previous lifetime!

My mentors need be sneaky and masterful in keeping me directed toward my own potential. Though I am learning to be my own best advocate and cheerleader; patterns and who I am can certainly create challenges. Again I am reminded that I must make things what they ARE so I might change them.

So, my work is evident AND self awareness rules. My need to become conscious of why I do or don’t do what I say I want is key.

And as a side result, as I become compassionate toward my own frailties, I might become more compassionate toward others. Maybe.

Humanity. A pickelish state indeed!

So tonight I’m sitting with this thought of discipline and how maybe I need a new word to walk me down the path toward my most EXCITING dreams.

BB Webb

 

Vampire Envy…(a bitty, itty change)…. August 24, 2009

Filed under: Dancing,Friends,Music — BB Webb @ 8:22 pm

Bite me!

Bite me!


UPDATE: STAY TUNED, STAY TUNED…VAMPIRE NAUGHTINESS WILL HAPPEN IN FEBRUARY….AND OOOOOOHHHHH……WE PLANNERS ARE CREATING A STIR, AN EVENT, A HAPPENING INDEED…..STAY TUNED!!

Immortal Life….on earth….not sure that’d be my bag….but a luscious bite on the neck from a hot vampire?…well, suuuurreeee! Just let me die when it’s my time. There is only so much earth fun a body can stand!

BIG news…..we’re holding our first VAMPIRE BALL at Carl House on Halloween eveDATE TO BE DETERMINED THOUGH SOMETIME AROUND CUPID’S DAY IN FEBRUARY!! Ooooooh, more fun than I might share at this juncture, but trust me, I have a team of creative minds planning all manner of naughty, playful, exciting, daring, exhilarating, creative fun with shuttle service to and from Atlanta and Athens for anyone wanting to hoist down a cocktail or two. (Provided by none other than extraordinary, ‘shuttle em in style’ crew of Cooper Atlanta Transportation).

More news upcoming….but gather your dancing shoes and best Vampire garb as there WILL be prizes and OH so much more.

You’re been forewarned!! Spread the good and scary word!

BB Webb