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Terrell Rocks…and ooooh the taste of heaven! April 2, 2011

It’s true. I have a new chef at my venue Carl House.

His food….oh Lordy….his creations are rocking my culinary world.

And I soooo love to be surprised.

Tonight, I popped in to see how our event, a gorgeous wedding, was going on. We’ve certainly served polenta cakes before….but Terrell’s were something from an alternate Universe. TAAAASTY doesn’t begin to describe the melt in your mouth, over-the-top ridiculous treasure in these cakes.

Yes Terrell’s polenta cakes hit new heights…the seasoning, texture, feel in my mouth. Food can be entirely sensuous, surprising, okay….I won’t go as far as erotic, (but I did think it).

‘WHAT did you make these with Terrell??’

I exclaimed, with a beautific expression pasted all over, ’round, up and down on my face.

‘These are heaven, light, magical, ironic!’

‘Corn’ he explained….’And??’ I countered. Then a trio of spices I now forget, cream, butter……ahhhhh….well, of course, surely. It’s not as though I was planning to MAKE them….but merely worship his culinary grace.

DAMN……I’m a lucky woman!!

Chicken ala 'Terrell'

And on this April Fool’s Day, I am no fool, I know quality in my midst and it surrounds me in so MANY areas of my life.

I know also that the things that perplex me, are miracles truly in the making. It’s all a matter of persistence, belief and keeping your attitude ‘right’!

How do I know? It’s been a LOOOONG few years and…..I just do.

And, I’m really, REALLY beginning to enjoy the fruits (and vegetables) of my labor!

Bon appetite!

(And hey, join us for our April 15th, 4 course wine pairing dinner featuring, yep….the Magical Chef I’ve so recently stumbled upon….gracing my Carl House kitchen. I’ll be there with delight in my eyes and a belly and mind grateful and ready to be wowed!!)

BB Webb

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Cowgirls, Plays and Such! July 22, 2010

I’ve always produced. Always. I was making up skits and plays when I was 4, dressed in plastic high heels, often wore a cape like Mighty Mouse (from the cartoons), and would jump off chairs feeling rather ‘mighty’ myself. At one point I thought it’d be fun to be an elephant when I grew up, (no body image issues then), and I often fixed my hair and positioned whatever hat I was wearing in the door knob as that’s about how tall I was.

I know you have your stories. Who we are and will become is rather evident when we look back. Sally Star, (cowgirl on tv who hosted Saturday morning cartoons in my hometown of Lancaster, PA)…..she wore an outfit I coveted before I knew that ‘coveting’ was apparently something frowned upon.

Well, I still covet that bejeweled gem of an outfit with sequins and fringes, her cowgirl hat had the perfect flare and Sally, to me, was the ideal woman, strong, fun, funny, brave (it seemed, she was afterall a cowgirl) and pretty. And ooooh, those clothes. I just knew if she’d stand up and turn around her skirt would swirl in a way that would mesmerize any smart cowboy around!

Pink Martini Dessert: Photo: Jaxonphoto.com

So, I continue to produce, all manner of events, shows, ideas, stage ‘happenings’ in my head, speeches, concerts and dream that one day I’ll have the skillset and nerve to sing in public. I just can’t help it, it’s how I came into the world.

This weekend I’m excited to produce a lovely event at Carl House, replete with bagpipes, fiddlers, vendor partners and their wares, a wine tasting of our best wines with prizes, prizes, prizes as I LOVE to give gifts.

You MIGHT have interest. If so, check out our Carl House blog, Carl House Unveiled.

Life’s such fun when you get to share your passion with others. I might even wear my cowgirl outfit!

BB Webb

 

SpiDers ACross the SkY… July 21, 2010

A colleague sent me a card today with the following quote…

‘The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace things, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.’ Jack Kerouac

This kept me in an elevated state all day……all day long.

BB Webb

 

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

 

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

 

And when it’s time… February 1, 2010

…there is no hesitation…only a forward fall into realms unimagined, like putting on a coat you’ve admired for so long in the store window. Putting it on is better than you dreamed, the texture, weight, smell, the sparkle of its buckles, the feel of its lining on your skin, the way it cloaks your body, the sturdy fabric. You feel warmed, supported and as though you have wings.

And when it’s time. Let go. Release the past.

When it’s time to fall forward, it’s time to fall forward. Don’t hesitate. You’ll miss the moment. Just let go. Open up. Trust. Spread your arms. Go on. Fly baby…fly.

BB Webb

 

Sentient Beings January 4, 2010

I ran across this quote today and it seemed quite timely and thought I’d share.

“Your cultivation of love and great compassion should not be left in a state of mere imagination or wish alone; rather, a sense of responsibility, a genuine intention to engage in the task of relieving sentient beings of their sufferings and providing them with happiness, should be developed. It is important for a practitioner to work for and take upon himself or herself the responsibility of fulfilling this intention. The stronger your cultivation of compassion is, the more committed you will feel to taking this responsibility. Because of their ignorance, sentient beings do not know the right methods by which they can fulfill their aims. It is the responsibility of those who are equipped with this knowledge to fulfill the intention of working for their benefit.”
– His Holiness the Dalai Lama

I rather like that…..clues everywhere to guide us on our path. Amazing when you think of it. Even better when you accept and follow.

These metaphysical wings of ours, like wisdom teeth poking through can hurt a bit, but ooooh, ooooooh the wings that are sprouting are worth any initial discomfort. We must remember this even when we feel unsure, when our decision making feels amiss and certainly when our minds just can’t do the job….which often I’m finding, it can’t AND shouldn’t.

Here’s to developing that heart muscle…..off to the gym now to strengthen that muscle!

Consider forgiveness as you move into the New Year. ‘Boink….’ another wing tip just shot through!

BB Webb