BB Webb as BB Webb!

Exploring the Possibilities

Woman-kind. A gift doubled and squared! January 4, 2011

Three generations! Lucky me!

Our nuclear family, as we all know, is not what Ozzie and Harriet portrayed in the 50s….not one bit. I own and run a special event venue…..a lovely one in fact. I get teary with each bride I send down the aisle….hopeful that what they are putting out to the Universe, hopes, dreams what-have-you….might blister….bad word, unfold with beauty and ease.

More often than not, the unfolding of any relationship HAS its blisters. Yep, part of the learning curve. Our options though are numerous (as women) compared to the days when Mr. Cleaver, “Beaver’s Dad’, ran the roost.

Last evening I spent my time with a cackle (the words bouncing in my head this evening surprise me)….I meant that in the most affectionate terms, me one of the ‘cacklers’….a cackle of women related through love, chance encounters, marriage, divorce.

Sweet Emily....from 8 years old to 21 in a blink!

Pictured below is my former husband’s other former wife, (we call one another ‘wife in laws’) and his mother, in the pretty bow….and his former wife’s (not me, the other one), mother and my lovely step daughter who will always be my step daughter. A finer group of women I’ve chance to meet.

Oh....the places we've gone, the places we'll go!

We have one man in common who is ‘Dad’, ‘son’, ‘son-in-law’, was ‘husband’ now ‘former husband’ to us separately. He brought us all together. I’m grateful for these big hearts who welcomed me into their fold. I welcome their friendship as my relationship with the father of her children, the son to his mom, the Daddy to one precious child and son-in-law, shifted places and roles in my world. These ladies, their love toward me….I’ve found is not conditional. Wow! Nooooo, really, WOW!

These are women big of heart, loving despite their own trials and to me very, very special indeed.

Hats off to the ladies who lunch, dinner, drink and stay together! You are always and forever welcome, whereever I am.

With love,

BB Webb


Love Among the Memories April 29, 2010

Love Among the Memories

I found myself this past weekend in the lush surrounds of Lancaster, PA, Lititz to be exact, home of Wilbur Chocolate and Linden Hall, now the oldest girl’s school in America, founded in 1747, also my former high school. I arrived on no more beautiful day than I can ever remember. Spring was in full bloom, dogwoods with their pink and white blossoms coloring the landscape, rich green grass sprouting fully from the fertile dark soil of this farmland. Everywhere color and abundance, cool air, the perfectness of Pennsylvania in the spring.

I hiccupped in on a small plane from Atlanta this past Friday, eager for a visit with my dear Aunt Sue and Uncle Jack. For 43 years I’ve visited them on a beautiful ‘farm’ which was had been in our family for generations. At one time it boarded many horses and when I was young, a llama named Pepito, one of the Uncle’s strange and wonderful gifts to his wife Sue. Pepito entertained us all for years and the horses as well with his comical antics and random spitting if he was displeased.

We enjoyed many a party on Buch Avenue, the adjoining servants carriage house from the 1800s turned into guest quarters. My family knows how to party and have never been known to hold back. With all varieties of food and the libations flowing for sure, my family works hard and plays hard, each and every member! We’re a family of entrepreneurs, this gene running strongly through our blood from generations before.

Though a large and sprawling house, the dining room was not large enough to house our growing family of new husbands and wives and the many children who came along the way. My Uncle Jack and Sue fashioned one year their three car garage into ‘party quarters’, transforming long workbenches into buffets areas, tables long enough to seat 25 or more. Such events often ended in dancing or games and one year, the boys lining up, raising the garage doors and ‘mooning’ the neighbors for fun. (I can see Sue shaking her head, as the mother of three riotous boys can only do)!

Having joined several family members in marriage on the estate, one year I remember the most glorious weather, June I think. My aunt, a true Martha Stewart type woman, (before the jail incident)….tenacious and exacting, had every detail of the wedding in tact. The ceremony was to be held around a gazebo surrounded by every summer flower you might imagine and rainbow of color. The sky was clear with narry a cloud and we all entered around the gazebo while chamber music played.

My Aunt Sue entered proudly, dressed in her flowing taffeta, the proud Mother of the Groom. She sat down just in front of me. Everything was in order. I remember someone readying a poem, a song being sung and then the ceremony began, vows were being spoken.

And then, as though God were issuing a reminder, one lone grey cloud toodled its small self across the sky and stopped directly above the ceremonial gazebo. The rest of the sky continued its blue display but Mr. Grey Cloud instantly began a downpour as the ‘I dos’ were issued forth.

My most vivid memory is my soon-to-be new cousin, Lesley, laughing with joy in her eyes and then my Aunt Sue’s head falling to her chest, me almost hearing what she was no doubt thinking….’ooooh, for God’s sake’…..and indeed it was, reminding us that life is perfect in all ways, the ups, downs and turn arounds, it is all in divine order.

We all ran for cover under a large tent where the buffet was to be served. Our playful cloud had dissipated, having performed its task for the day, for us all to learn this important lesson should we choose.

With matted hair and extra wrinkled linen, there was no more perfect day or memorable wedding, and I’ve attended quite a few!

Joi de vivre! Live for the day.

BB Webb


Necessary Shifting and Necessary Play March 8, 2010

I took a long awaited spin outside my surrounds this past Friday. Welcomed indeed. Hopping gleefully into my ready jeep, eager to hit the road, I felt giddy with excitement to take a break from what has felt like a very, very long winter, fall, summer and spring of last year. In fact, I was astonished to realize that my last ‘out of town’ excursion was my trip to Bali last April. That is VERY unlike me. I love to travel and explore.

So, off I flew off to visit my dear pal not far away in North Carolina. Together we wax metaphysical while nibbling our favorite meal, (cheese and crackers, fresh strawberries, grapes and wine) and go deep and light and do a lot of laughing for sure. Together we explore new ways of living and being and thinking and evolving as we both have found winters of discontent in old cultural or societal models. Having just made some marital shifts, she and her husband have decided for now to live separately, taking turns living in a lovely high rise urban apartment four months on and four months off, each sharing their spacious Lake Norman home in rotation.

We all decided to meet for cocktails at her husband’s apartment and ‘hit the town’ together. A former football star, and business super star for sure, comfortable in the affluent neighborhood of ‘Normal-town’, he was excited to share with me some of the ‘ahas’ discovered through the latest shifts and turns within his marriage with my friend. He conceded that ‘not everyone is open to this kind of thinking, how supportive we are of one another and finding a deeper peace, whether we stay married or not’. He shared too how fun it is when they date or decide to spend the night together….he alluded to a different appreciation, knowing that regardless whether they stay married, ‘we’ve never related to one another with such honesty and support before’.

The power of an open heart, true friends and being loved.

My heart swelled for them both in hearing this.

I loved to see them relate together as the energy had shifted. Visiting their home at other times, I felt the tension and also the love, but moreover the struggle of different worldviews. I could see an appreciation and openness that was not there before. And I always love to talk business with this highly intelligent man. Together they attested to not knowing whether they will reunite as man and wife and live together again, but a shift in how they might relate together as man and woman was profound. They clearly love one another, enough to want the other to have what they need to feel fulfilled and happy within their own skin.

I met my friend at one of my ‘expanding workshops’ as I call them. We became fast and ready friends and realized that we both grew up in the farmland of Pennsylvania, living just miles from one another. We went on to study energy healing with Dr. Fernand Poulin who I’ve mentioned often. Every 6 weeks we would come together, (and she would stay with me in Atlanta) to study for four intensive days with Fernand, testing our own skills of intuition and intention, learning to shift energy with positive intent.

I’ve seen my friend expand herself into new possibilities for herself over the last 4 years of knowing her. As a quiet and ‘behind the scenes’ kind of person, she is extremely intelligent, a former electrical engineer who managed teams of men 20 and 25 years her senior. She is also an artist, having dabbled in a number of varied interests and, she is a seeker much like myself. She reads voraciously and always has a spiritual conundrum for us to widdle about until the evening is late and our eyes droopy.

And, we have had our challenges too, in communication, feeling heard, sharing truths. I appreciate her willingness to go deeper with our friendship, weathering our own hardships together. I feel our bond has grown only deeper.

But this night, the three of us hit the town for martinis and appetizers, hopping from one lovely restaurant to the next, laughing and discussing the recent ‘dates’ of her husband, our male escort, the perils of on-line dating and the lessons learned. His transparency within his own situation, still married and in counseling with his beautiful wife, unsure whether reuniting was their best choice or not, I felt the sanity of such openness and exploration. I felt the desire for each person to find ‘home’ for themselves.

As the initiator of this shift, my friend encouraged his exploration. He on the other hand was less open to hearing of her adventures in dating, but nonetheless, his support was clear, certainly with her spiritual questing. I admired this man so much and told him so. I knew the world to which he was accustomed. He confessed that his reading of Eckhart Tolle’s ‘A New Earth’ was a huge eye opener, for sure. I recommend the book as well.

I am meeting more and more women who though they welcome a neat bond and intimate sharing with a partner, that they are less open to marriage or the expectation evident in so many relationships. The covet their freedom and the space to explore their own growth, many not finding the support for such growth within their marriages. I understand this. My wings felt clipped in my own marriage somehow and I could not navigate my own flight within its confines, sadly perhaps, but it is what it is.

I understand this need for expansion and welcome connections with people who might build fires around my ambitions and passions to fuel it forward, as I certainly know easily how to do that for others, including my friend.

As we played and nibbled on luscious fig and proscuitto topped foccacio with arugula, sipping on perhaps one too many pineapple martinis, leaning against one another with laughter, holding one anothers arms telling jokes and sharing stories, how lovely it felt to be in the presence of intelligent, open minded, heartful friends, both willing to test the waters on how to have more fulfilling relationships and lives.

I came home renewed, open and realizing my need to travel outside my city more often, to friends whose hearts are open, their communication clear and their minds, whirling with the positivism of possibility.

I feel the world shifting for me and am open to seeing who appears in the movie screen of my life. Man, woman, child, my next loving pet, it is all good, and all truly is well. And so, it is!

BB Webb