BB Webb as BB Webb!

Exploring the Possibilities

The world spins madly on… July 31, 2010

Necessary Losses, Necessary Humor…

This week has presented all manner of choices in my world….mostly on the perspectives I might best adapt.

We make plans, reach out, pull inside, rally a bit, rage perhaps, break down, stand up, smile, meet, call, sit, watch, dream, fall back, write, write, write, write….sleep, imagine, engage fantasy, move forward and try something new….I like new….possibility.

And I continue to encourage the new in those talks I have with myself. The old just won’t cut it…..people will do what they do, obstables are part of the course and people die.

Oh the rallying necessary before the end.

And so I rally for a few key causes this week and no doubt in the next little while.

I know my power and how I can impact change….

a change in situation or perhaps more often, mindset.

And as I do, I ask for strength, widsom and humor.

The whole world is moving and I’m standing still.

The Weepies continue to know….

BB Webb


I’m a bullet…a BB bullet…. May 25, 2010

(I wrote what is below two days ago…..and tonight I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all)….

We are all much more capable of embracing life than we know.

I’m a bullet today…..a BB bullet. I am aimed and entirely on target.

It had to come eventually.

The option of ‘losing’ is as much a mindset as the consideration that I will die.

Die to what? This world, this thought, this struggle. Sure I’ll die, again and again and again.

Hopefully I will die mostly with and in pleasure, again and again and again.

It’s all a mindset and the heart rules, ruler of the mind. If you’ve been listening to me, YOU know….it’s true.

Try it and….and….in moments, just moments (as we’re (generally) not practiced in this area….trust me, we aren’t), you’ll feel something different and it’s good, clear, focused and on target.

I know for myself, I fret with the things that feel bad, when I feel ‘off target’. We never really are… Consider the concept of ‘being lost’, I’ve truly NEVER been lost as I always find my way…eventually.

It’s a mind or possibly heart-set.

In moments they’ll be a clarity, a knowing, a vibe that YOU can create all by yourself FOR yourself. No need for a lover for this one, a drug, that big glass of wine or great wealth filling your money drawers….the exhilaration of jumping off a cliff in to clear, deep (you hope) water, or tumbling out of a plane. Though I’ve not done all of the former, I think this feeling is better. And it’s your creation.

And NO one can take this from you unless you allow them to.

My vibration is growing higher and my BB bullet moves beyond disappointment,

it rallies beyond the goal post,

it showers rain and flower essence everywhere I am, (a consideration, why not, I can),

and it’s moving toward a target…

and that target….it moves as quickly as I angle right and left.

Things are moving in my business, in my world. It’s in this moment good being right here, right now, in the eye of a tornado, with a satisfaction as I sit in my secret hide-away home with the tall ceilings and long windows throughout, looking out to the forest with gads and gads of green, happy dogs strewn about, (with their adorable bandanas….they love me and don’t mind!), Bert leans on me, his way of loving and comforting me, a kitty cat or two listening to the Weepies singing with me. ‘Candles in the Dark’…..but I don’t feel the disappointment in this moment, my BB bullet is traveling too fast…I’m on target, sitting quietly in this moment.

‘Trying not to hope to hard for what I want.

Trying not to go too far with all the dreamin’

All the disappointment so hard to handle
I’m still in the dark lighting candles.

Love’s a train to city lights where someone knows you.

All the disappointment, so hard to handle.
I’m still in the dark, lighting candles.’

No worry today…this bullet’s lighting up the sky at record speed….no room for luggage as I move beyond those city lights, I’m out to create a bright new planet.

Even if I die again and again trying.

And then today, today…a different story. And I wonder….the ebb and flow of who we are, where we are, where we get our goodies and patience or not with our humanity. Rich. Really.

And then there are days when you just need to tell yourself to stop, stop with the patterns that take you less than close to your own power, beauty and heart.

So today, I call out, ‘Stop’! Big breath. ‘Stop little girl…just let it go.’

And part of me understands.

And then, like proclaiming a new diet or exercise plan, there is resolve, hope….all bullshit really.

Instead, if I just let go, (I can do this), the world will morph into what it’s meant to be.

Abandon of the safety valve…..value you.

As my visitor hits turn over at 10,000…..this will be my reminder milestone that I did.

Ooooh…how flipping obtuse of me.

BB Webb


All The Kinds of Alive You Can Be March 24, 2010

Every day, a choice.

Every moment, an opportunity.

And tomorrow, a new start, if you’ll allow that thinking.

And you, golden, should you deem it so.

I say, go for the gold-en.

Little Bird, by the Weepies

Sometimes it’s hard to say
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say

Little bird
Little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I’m crazy
But you told me
I’m golden

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what’s in the hold of your minds
We are all building and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you’ve met before

Little bird
Little Bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I’m crazy
But you told me
I’m golden
Little bird

I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding ‘onder
From hear I see rain I hear thunder
Somewhere there’s sun
And you don’t need a reason

Sometimes it’s hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me

Little bird
Little Bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I’m crazy
But you told me
I’m golden
I’m golden

Listen to the bird.

BB Webb


Lighting Candles in the Dark… September 6, 2009

The Weepies have a song named ‘Lighting Candles’ which hit me in a new way this very weekend.

I’ve spent years and continue to find myself lighting candles in the dark.

I couldn’t find their song on YouTube to share, but have written out the words below. I relate.

For me it is possibly the hunger, the not being satisfied that buoys me forward. Some days I need a strong wind to help me along.

Maybe a train to city lights. It gets dark in the country.
Candles in the dark


Trying not to hope too hard
For what I want
Trying not to go too far
With all the dreaming

All the disappointment
So hard to handle
I am still in the dark
Lighting candles

Late at night I Lie awake
Think I should go
Catch a train to stranger towns
Where no one knows me

All the disappointment
So hard to handle
I am still in the dark
Lighting candles

All the company you keep
The things you do
Something in my heart
Will not give up on you

Now that I have got somewhere
Where will I go
Love’s a train to city lights
Where someone knows you

All the disappointment
So hard to handle
I am still in the dark
Lighting candles
I am still in the dark
Lighting candles

BB Webb